You were my Valentine when we were teens

And when we married at twenty-one, my Valentine you remained

Each year without fail I gave you nature and greens

And when we were thirty your presence my soul barely contained

On each anniversary I painted you my feeling

The reds of passion and the blues of lust

Each year you had me reeling

From my depths I craved you, to have you I must

As the years flew by my passion never bored

Nor did yours for me

We made sweet and succulent each an average word

For what we had was divine and free

As our Valentines days shared reached fifty

We sat together under our favorite tree.

But this year you didn’t know me

As I held your hand and pulled you close to me.

But I knew inside where no one can see

You still felt all you could for me

For what we had and have is for eternity

Where no one can see but you and me.

You may think this rhyme somewhat sad

But only if you missed out on what I had

For the end does not tell the tale of time

Nor the tale of life together in the land of Valentine.