One Valentine Day Poem by michael Smajda

I now know what true love is.
I saw an example of it today.
It was while walking through the cemetery
Watching an old man who was coming my way.

Though I could not see his face clearly,
I did notice what was in each hand.
One held a stringed balloon red, heart-shaped
While the other displayed roses tightly band.

He then turned and knelt before a tombstone
Where he laid the flowers before its base
And as he tied the balloon to a cross above,
I saw tears trickle down his face.

He then bowed his head as if in prayer.
This solemn sight was truly divine.
Then he arose leaving the balloon behind
which read
"Beloved, you will always be my Valentine."