I wished to pen a Valentine’s poem.
But time did wander and the mind did roam.
And all the words all used before.
So why just add for the sake of more.
I’ve had my chances and my time.
I’ve shared it freely with love and rhyme.
For those written only memories remain.
Hearts once in tune, beat’s not to regain.
Direction comes from all directions, but most lost.
And only the ship of fools is love tossed.
Though waves felt profoundly with silence rife,
this day’s not yet over, nor is life.
I wish a wish made wishes come true.
I’d wish to make a Valentine, just for you.
But where it sent I just don’t know.
But maybe the wish will end, tomorrow.