Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and this is the poem I would send to my Valentine, my husband.
Always Valentine
I’ll always be the one who looks at you, And sees you in a fond and loving light; I’ll always know that you’re the one for me, Because when we’re together, life is right.
You’ll always be my love — my hero, too, The person I can count on constantly. You satisfy me like no other could; I’m ecstatic that it’s you who makes us “We.”
I’m always thankful for the day we met; I love you, and I’m happy you are mine. I’ll always feel this joy, this bliss, this peace, If you’ll be my love forever, Valentine.
By Joanna Fuchs
After thirty-seven years of marriage, lung cancer took him from me seven years ago. He was fifty-nine when he went to heaven.
The passing of time does not make the pain go away. Every holiday, birthday, and anniversary brings memories.
His wedding ring sits next to mine on my left hand. I can’t take it off.
The diamond studs he gave me ten years ago for an anniversary gift are still in my ears. I can’t take them out.
I play music by Paul Mauriat every morning, the music he wanted to hear on his way home from the ER. I was driving my car, and the CDs were not in…
