He gave me no Valentine...

                          nor a card,

                                 nor a single Hershey's kiss.

        Looked around and there were no roses

                              in a pretty vase...

                                  BUT

He came to me and took my hand...

                     knelt and kissed my hand sweetly

then he turned my hand over, and kissed my palm...

and kissed the inside of my wrist and he could tell my heart was racing...

                           THEN

He rose, and held me in his arms and softly at first, kissed my lips and let our hearts, not our minds take over...

For as long as I live, and beyond the physical, that Valentine kiss will always be in my heart, and hopefully his...

Love is a priceless gift that needs no cards,

just remembering the sweetness of moments.

ellen george