I need no hearts of paper
fringed in doily lace.
I need no red and pink bouquets
dying in a crystal vase.
I need no gooey chocolates
(well, no more than I ever do)
I only need you. I only need you.
And I love that you need me too.
#215
I need no hearts of paper
fringed in doily lace.
I need no red and pink bouquets
dying in a crystal vase.
I need no gooey chocolates
(well, no more than I ever do)
I only need you. I only need you.
And I love that you need me too.
#215
On Arbour Day you work at planting trees.
On Valentine’s you work at being sweet.
On Christmas Day you work at being festive
On Easter eggs you work you tract digestive.
On Halloween you work at spooky lurking
But on Labour Day you work at not working.
#253
Today we’ll play at Valentines
I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
We’ll send each other a long stemmed rose
and cards with someone else’s prose.
We’ll eat our dinner candlelit,
sit closer than we usually sit,
and when it’s over we’ll revert, dear,
to who we are the rest of the year.
For I will be your heart’s desire
and you’ll be what sets mine afire.
We’ll laugh and toast the day in wine
because we know that Valentines
are for beginners, not old hands
like us who know that true romance
is something that needs time to grow.
We reap the fruit of love we sow.
#52