Take these flowers -- these Shoprite
Carnations -- as a symbol of my
Love and affection for you.
I mean it. These little flowers
Aren't pungent and they get
Smirked at. But take them:
Carnations are my love song
To you. A high-twang, backroads
(Happy to sub into the tango, carnations
Less red than a rose.)
Then after we eat some nice pasta,
Isn't it fine if we head home a little early
And fall asleep on each other's shoulders
In the light of blue TV glow?
I hope you have a beautiful Valentine's Day and share the love with more than just your spouse or kids or grandkids: share it with whomever you meet, wherever you go.
"Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand." -- Mother Teresa
This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live.