My Blue Valentine
What happens when love is no longer new
When the years have chased romance away
Replaced by all that we must do
What happens when love is worn and gray
When there doesn’t seem to be a need
For silly cards to come my way
What happens when the memories fade
Of bubble baths and chilled Champagne
With compliments no longer paid
Sometimes, my Valentine is blue
But then, I think of other things,
I think of what love really is, I think of you
Savoring each minute with you still by my side
A feeling of contentment,
Of achievement, even pride
A bond which can’t be broken
Built on years of silent trust
A love that’s heard and yet unspoken
So yes, the color of my heart, this year, is blue
Not because I’ve been forgotten,
Because, my Valentine is true
1/30/18
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