If it was
mine, I’d have given her the world,
everything
in great shape, shiny, like new,
and she’d
probably have liked that,
would have appreciated
it too.
But I have owned
so little of it,
not much of
it mine,
so I have given
her instead,
a daily
homemade valentine.
In the past,
my gifts have varied,
some
patchouli oil, some seeds,
like for the
Cosmos I didn’t care for,
but flowers
perfect for her needs.
I’m a bit
wiser now,
(well older
anyhow),
still own little
of the world today,
and what’s
it matter anyway?
I recently
located the best gift of all,
better than
top shelf or anything up above,
almost
forty-six years into marriage,
I’ve never
been more in love.
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