Don’t get me wrong

I often long for chocolate;

but

hand-crafted,

heart-shaped,

tied with a bow,

seems more about show

than any love that I know.

 

I value your time

more than a sweetly, slick rhyme.

Your words have more worth

than a purchased verse;

tenderness

whispered, in private

has more meaning.

 

Choose genuine over saccharine.

Be present, 

be kind,

open your mind

and choose

to be mine.

Money can’t buy

that look in your eye

when you truly see me.

 

So, Valentine

be by my side,

on my side,

on my case,

face to face.

Be interested,

open,

speak truth;

but most of all,

best of all,

promise me,

always 

be 

you.