My Only Valentine Poem by Barry Tebb

My Only Valentine



Your voice on the telephone
Hushes the storm in my heart
Lightning strikes twice
In the same place.

I cannot picture your face
No photograph, no keepsake,
No letters scented with your smile,
No ring or marriage bed.

Your kisses were the best
I ever had, my first,
My only valentine.

Saturday, May 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: valentine
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Barry Tebb

Barry Tebb

West Yorkshire / UK
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