My Valentine Poem by Jay Loring

Of all the poems that I could write,
of all the subjects grand,
of this sweet tale, I think I might -
the girl who took my hand.

To try to find the words somehow
of my girl, my wife, my friend -
I loved her then, I love her now,
I'll love her to the end.

Her beauty takes my breath away.
And this too can be said:
She's just as beautiful today
as when we first were wed.

But no, in fact, that isn't true,
And tell you why, I will.
The years of faithful love imbue
a beauty greater still.

Each line that's etched upon her face,
carved out through love's long years,
displays extraordinary grace
through laughter and through tears.

For she was there through good and bad
and never left my side.
Lord knows of all the grief she's had
to take to be my bride.

When others would have long ago
abandoned me with cause,
her love, it would not let me go,
despite my many flaws.

And I've no doubt it's undeserved
to such a fool as I -
a love so full and unreserved.
And yet I can't deny

Her love's made me a better man.
Of this much I'm quite sure.
And I'm so grateful for God's plan,
to give a love so pure

Ma chère amie, ma mademoiselle -
‘tis her I speak hereof.
No greater theme than this - to tell
the world of your true love!

To hold her face so close to me -
her lips as sweet as wine.
She will for now, and always be
my love, my valentine!