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.

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Barry Tebb

Barry Tebb

West Yorkshire / UK
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