Valentine's Day Poems

OLD LOVE

by Dianne W. Fuzek

There is a dip in the cushion of his favorite chair.
Sometimes I snuggle in when he’s not there.
In the morning, when he leaves our bed,
I roll over to the pillow where he’d laid his head.
After so many years of life and love,
We two fit together like a hand and glove.
With a closeness and warmth, altogether secure,
It’s the constant feeling of being sure.
The love we feel doesn’t burn like fire.
There isn’t that longing, nagging desire.
It’s a love, like a smile, that’s always there.
Ready, natural, perfect to share.
Now, we don’t always see eye to eye.
Once in a while we’ve occasion to cry.
But we know our love withstands the test,
Learning through time, compromise is best.
Although gifting each other the usual way,
With sweets and trinkets, this Valentine’s Day,
We’ve given each other the best gift - our hearts,
Along with our promise never to part.