It is a truth. . . . Sometimes we cannot improve upon a something that supports a truth and this is one of those times for me. On this Valentine’s Day, to all who are bereft and do not or have not known love, what is missed is something you have known somewhere at some time else you would not know you miss it. One day it will be yours again.
It will be a Given and you will know it because your name will be on that Valentine and you will be cherished for who you are. It is a love you have known and matches what is in your heart. You will broach the heavens this night and take a walk through the Galaxy and swing through the stars. You will see again the love you embrace in your heart and know that forever you have had arms to enfold you. Never were you abandoned. Never. This poem is for you.
This Valentine Heart. . .
I lay my heart crimson in splendor
beneath the branches
on fresh fallen snow, open to my god. . .
Here it is I am, with all
that I’ve gathered, completed to form
just what you see.
The flakes have scattered
in splendid ways to carpet the floor
as bed for my heart.
Pick it up if you please
but handle with care.
Sorely I need a tender touch.
Life has tested me to rare form.
I worked it all like Job
and wanted not to fail.
See, this Valentine heart
laid splendid on the floor of the forest
but loved to the ultimate
by the god whose creation I am.
One response to “This Valentine Heart. . .”
Veronica, your commentary before your poem is beautiful and expresses in words a reality that I feel and believe. We could mean different things by that reality but your words are words of hope and love. Happy Valentines Day to your dear heart.