Ah, Valentine’s Day
arrives once more,
With cards, and chocolates, and hearts galore.
A day for Love, they loudly proclaim
Though our backs still ache just the same.
Once, love was roses,
late nights, and thrills,
Now it’s shared calendars and prescription refills.
We’ve traded diamonds for reading glasses,
And candlelit dinners for sensible classes.
Cupid still visits,
though slower these days,
He checks the stairs first, then adjusts his aim.
His arrows now come with a safety review
And a waiver to sign, just in case they hit you.
We remember the
passion, the spark, the heat
Now romance is socks that are warm on your feet.
True love is knowing whose turn it is
To Google symptoms that don’t exist.
We flirt with glances
across the room,
Then forget why we stood up too soon.
We hold hands tightly—part love, part fear
Because icy sidewalks are still out there.
Valentine’s cards
now read, “You’re my rock,”
Which really means, “Please unlock the lock.”
Chocolate is shared, one square at a time,
Because moderation is suddenly divine.
But don’t be fooled,
this love runs deep.
It’s survived kids, jobs, and too little Sleep.
It’s laughter at things that no longer matter,
And comfort found in familiar chatter.
So, here’s to love
that has wrinkles and grace,
That knows every line on a well-known face.
Not flashy or loud, but steady and true
The kind that says, “I choose life with you.”
Happy Valentine’s
Day seasoned and wise,
Where love isn’t measured by sparkle or size.
It’s joy in the living, the sharing, the cheer
And being glad you’re both still here.
Originally Published on https://boomersnotsenior.blogspot.com/
