This day of valentines from years gone past
has not been anything to brag about.
I never had a love that seemed to last,
no love that ever lived without a doubt.

Twas not that there was no man in my life
or that there was no celebration planned.
In fact, there were a few who called me "wife"
and bore their gifts to me with outstretched hand.

I've never longed for trinkets or for toys.
Their hearts were never ones I wanted true.
They never brought me any sort of joy.
They couldn't move me out of feeling blue.

But now the one who's held this heart of mine
makes every day a perfect valentine.
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