It almost seems silly,
an embarrassment of riches,
to dedicate yet another day to love
when each of them already overflows.
But then, I think
as I feel your hand touch mine,
complete with inappropriate fireworks,
perhaps that is the point.
About this poem
Well, not exactly about this poem. Evidently I have written on or near Valentine’s Day for a lot of years. Run a search on “Valentine’s Day” and you can get a sense of where I have been over the years, compared to the wonderful place I am in now.
Have a beautiful day tomorrow.