What’s in the box?

It is Valentine’s night. Some of you will be home alone. For the ones, flying solo, I hope you bought yourself a huge box of bonbons and a new pair of shoes…or a golf club…or something nice. You deserve a Valentine.

Others of you will be out with Mate enjoying romantic food, wine, music, dancing, wrestling. I hope you remembered to tell your Valentine how much you love them and why.

The Box

Well, there you have it!
It’s all crystal clear.
I’d never had guessed
Without it right here.

Wrapped up so tight
And bound with a string.
It’s contents a mystery.
My mind off wondering.

Shiny and so bright
Or something sweet.
It’s not too heavy
For something to eat.

Maybe it’s diamonds.
No, maybe candy.
It could be screwdrivers.
Now, that’d be handy.

Is it a gift card
To my favorite store?
The shoes I would buy!
Sandals and pumps galore.

But what if it’s, no,
I just couldn’t say.
You know, it very well
Might be lingerie.

Lacy and racy
Or maybe just fun.
Oh, what if it’s a
Suit to lay in the sun?

“Why not open it?”
I hear you say.
“And spoil my surprise
For Valentine’s Day?”

You point to the calendar,
And then you sigh.
I giggle with glee
And a glint in my eye.

Off with the bow.
The paper’s all torn.
Inside the box
It look rather worn.

Folded so neatly
It’s your old sweatshirt.
My reaction’s confused.
You look rather hurt.

As I unfold it a
Picture flutters down.
We’re standing together
In that little town.

I remember the rose
You brought me that day.
It smelled so sweet
On Valentine’s Day.

So, I put on your shirt
And see something more
An envelope in the box.
“What is this for?

“You never write cards.”
“But today I did so.
I have something else
I needed to show.”

Carefully lifting.
Don’t want to tear.
My name inscribed
With hearts, love and care.

Slide out the card.
It’s thick on one side.
The picture so lovely
I warm up inside.

Opening slowly to find,
My heart skips a beat,
The rose from that day
Pressed flat and neat.

Beneath it the writing
Was not of some poet.
Instead in your hand,
Anywhere I would know it.

“I may not remember
All the dates and time,
But one will never
Fade from my mind.

“On Valentine’s Day
Those years ago,
You said you were mine.
Together we’d grow.

“The years have passed
And each one’s shown
How deep and how strong
Our love has grown.

“I love you today
More than I did then.
This Valentine’s know
I’d do it all again.”

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(c) Ann Marie Dwyer

<3 Red.

(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2012
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21 Comments

  1. A lovely poem my great friend
    your passion for the written word
    is only likened to the love that
    you share with your sweet Bear

    Have a beautiful evening Red
    and of course with your love 🙂

    Androgoth XXx

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    • Thank you, Andro. I hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day with your lovely Jenny Goth.
      Red.

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  2. You’re making me blush!

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  3. The best I can do for poetry is limericks, so I admire your meter and rhyme. I hope your day was wonderful

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    • Thank you so much, Barb! You have a talent which I cannot touch…I cannot (read genetically incapable) write a limerick or a haiku. And they fascinate me so.

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  4. bear

     /  February 15, 2012

    To the Stalker that stalks her here
    let me make something perfectly clear
    she is mine and mine alone.
    Your behavior can not be condoned.

    But I must confess before I arrest
    that I have done in a most peaceful way to keep you at bay.
    But alas this will wait because vacation calls
    and through the thrill of it all when I come to call

    It will be the end.

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  5. Love the poem Red – you folks are a delight to my cynical heart!!!

    you guys have a great week!!! 🙂

    Love and hugs!

    Prenin.

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  6. I like the way you insert conversation and questions in the poem. I found myself racing to the next line wanting to read more!

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    • I tend to approach poetry in a very similar way to fiction. A mite differently than prose, but very similar to fiction. Glad you liked it.

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  7. Nice one, Red! 😀

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  8. Beautiful, Red! Love it!

    ~ Matt

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  9. Beautiful Red.

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  10. Sweet, sweet, sweet. I love that poem.
    I think I have a cavity now.

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    • Red

       /  May 28, 2012

      Let’s hope it is not the kind which requires a boat load of novocaine.

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