As January ends and February starts, the shelves are filled with soft toys and hearts.
We plan we scheme, we ready our silver, wishing the Valentine post to deliver.
But my love is not in gifts, in presents, in things, It can’t be measured in flowers or rings,
it cares not for riches or treasures of gold, it only asks that I have you to hold.
My love does not need everyday to be perfect, or payment of any kind to be worth it,
And though my card may be marked with a cross, it’s without your kiss that I would be lost.
Some days I may falter when I could have done better, but my love will still continue unfettered.
In those moments I feel down with my head in the sand, you lift me by taking a hold of my hand.
I’m sorry if ever I’ve led you to doubt, and you’ve wondered if maybe you should have run out.
But I love you, I want you, I need you it’s true, your dreams, your desires, I cherish those to.
No my love is not in gifts, in presents, in things, it’s in life and everyday simple beginnings.
It’s your smile, your laugh, your eyes at sunset, the way you sing when you think no-one can hear it.
My love is for walks on the seafront, and rain in the park, for snuggling up as we lay in the dark.
Memories I treasure with new ones still richer, to make them, to share them, to see them in pictures.
My love is for our children, their hopes and their dreams, it threatens to burst my heart at the seams.
Not just for this day called Valentine, I will always be yours and I hope you’ll be mine.
And I know you may think that these are just words, written to woo you with romantic verse,
but It’s not what I write, it’s the things that I do, that in time will show you these words to be true.