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.