Valentine’s Day

It is a bit old-fashioned,
living in the light of love for so long.
Still busy discovering. Still busy
falling in love again. An old fool’s love
perhaps, with elements of a long-lost
teenager’s. I am too old for this
and yet, miraculously, I am not.

You know the vows. We all do.
Etched in our memories from weddings
and television and fantasy.
SIckness and in health.
RIcher or poorer. An incomplete litany
that leaves out your smile in the morning,
or the rise and fall and rise again of passion.
It leaves out the journey, and how despite
my myriad miscues and wrong turns,
I have found myself exactly
where I am supposed to be.

About this poem

A love poem. What else would it be?

Tom