"Roses are Red, My Love,
Violets are Blue,
Sugar is sweet, My Love.
But not as sweet as you."

Pink hearts and roses,
Balloons and sweet perfume,
Once a year we share roses,
Enough to fill the room.

It is not enough, one time a year,
Gifts do not fill up a heart.
It's never enough, one time a year,
It's but a symbol and a start.

Flowers and candy, music and wine,
Love is more than candlelit songs.
More than soft music and wine,
For it each lonely heart longs.

Each moment shared is a treasure
Of both golden and silver times
And You are my greatest treasure.
More precious by far than these rhymes.

Paula© February 13, 2001