My Valentine

I found it today in a box put away
With letters faded and brown;
With a fan and a bow from the long ago
A flower and a blue silken gown.

Not a treasure of art. Just a wreath on a heart,
and a verse on a rose-bordered page.
A bit of the past that went by too fast.
A valentine yellowed with age.

With a sigh and a smile, I held it awhile
From the dark of its scented retreat.
Those days were fair -- those hours so rare.
The first love of youth is so sweet.

I found it today. Put it gently away,
And remembered the day that it came.
I bent lightly to press one more caress
Where my love had written his name.

Lucille Crumley

 

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