The full moon hung low, laughing at me,
While I browsed the shelves of the Dollar Tree.
The night before a day, mostly celebrated,
One that I disliked, tolerated.
I looked to find a great gift for my guy,
For Valentine’s Day, good night, Oh my!
What to buy a guy who’s so picky,
Choosing can be stressful and tricky.
No high-priced presents, like at Christmas,
Just whatnots, some useful, some delicious.
Headphones for one dollar and twenty-five,
Candy hearts, and always car supplies,
All with a funny Valentine card,
Scribbled with words from a romantic bard.
I left the store, happy. Thank God. Amen.
Because of love, though, I’d do it again.
I took the gifts home and patiently waited,
For my husband to fall asleep, unabated,
When something’s a secret, Ed’s a real hounder.
I placed the card and gifts on the kitchen counter.
In the morn, he saw his little gifts,
Mine sat on the table, Oh! Ed was swift.
I got chocolates for Valentine’s Day,
And a nice card that was red, pink and gray.
Ed opened his card, ‘cause that’s what he does first,
And read the funny, racy lines, short and in verse.
At the end I had signed I love you Ed, Tina.”
Ed laughed and called me his hack, his xena.
My card echoed softness as I read,
In it, he wrote I love you Tina, Ed.
We both liked the gifts, but the words much more,
Passion, flame, rapture, crush, yearning, amore.
These are words people like to see and hear,
To let them know they’re somebody’s dear.
All I needed was the sweet words, a kiss.
Sincere words, a tender kiss. Truly bliss.
For me, a card and candy bar would do,
Ed instantly thought the same thought too.
I love you is great said or in ink,
Whether softly or in baby pink.
