Wherever you are dear Cupid,
Please break out your bow.
I’m just not convinced,
You’re done with one arrow.
Love can sometimes fade,
We may need a shot or two.
To revive the passionate flame,
We, at one time, knew.
Life can become distracting;
Times and people change.
Marriages and relationships fail.
Not all love remains.
I know that you are busy,
Much new love to spread.
But if it’s not too much to ask,
Could a few extra arrows you shed?
To the old veterans of love,
Who’ve been with one person for years.
So that love will flourish,
Lend us your Cupidy ears.
Shoot another arrow to reignite the spark.
We need to keep alive the love in our sometimes fickle hearts…
You were my very first Valentine,
Before I was known to the world.
Your hands still warm with creation,
Your countenance reflected pleasure at Your work.
The rosy red heart you made me,
You placed within my chest.
Your poetry and Your songs,
Were scribed gently inside my head.
The first smile I ever smiled,
I smiled happily at You.
The first utterances I ever heard,
Came from Your powerful voice of truth.
I’ve been in love with You since the beginning,
Although we spent some time divided.
I’m more smitten with you now than I ever was,
Your love is beautiful and inspiringly vivid.
So, I take this rosy heart within my chest,
And I offer it back to You.
I return the poetry and songs
You give each day anew
I want You to smile when You see me,
Pleased with Your child, Elizabeth.
I want You to hear “I love You” in my voice,
Until I draw my last afforded breath.
Dust to dust, and throughout eternity, our love will thrive.
You are my heart, my first and forever valentine…