Last Valentine Poem by Serena Blackinton

There were times when I thought of you as completely self-absorbed,
And then sometimes you'd give me things, which you couldn't really afford,
And sometimes you'd call me up, to say that you were thinking of me:
How out of all the things on your mind, nothing came above me.

Sometimes I felt as though you could never really understand,
How you could make me happy just by taking me by the hand;
How you melted away my cares in those arms of yours,
And that bounce in my step - yes, indeed, you were the cause.

Did I mention that the sound of your voice sent chills down my spine?
And your words echoed throughout my heart, my soul, and my mind?
Did I remember to tell you often how I liked to see your face?
And how I never wanted to be at any other time or place?

I know you weren't perfect, but you were perfect for me,
And in your arms I knew that I was safe and free;
From your lips I discovered the taste of my own soul,
And in your broken way, my broken pieces became whole.

Sometimes I think you were the only love I'll ever know,
No matter whosoever else shall come or go,
You were the only one I've known who never truly quit;
Though I try, I don't know if I will ever get over it.

Here we are on Valentine's Day and I don't have a mate,
But I'm thinking of you and how you made the great escape,
And I'm wondering if I could have done it differently,
If I could have let you know that you were the only one for me.