Valentine Poems

Sometimes I feel sorry when I see you working hard

And I know this was not how you imagined your life.

Your hands are worn and tired and your eyes are getting red

And I think that I'm so lucky you're my wife.

No matter what happens from this place in time

If we wind up living wealthy or staying the same

I can't help thinking that I am the richest in the world

That you agreed to share with me my name.

Just a Hug

I know that I am being somewhat of a pest

But your embrace is what I love the best.

I can't help wanting to hold you close

Cause when I'm gone, your hugs I miss the most.

Some guys may be entwined in the kisses

And the lovely appearance of their mrs.

But to these guys, I only have to shrug.

For me, my favorite thing is just a hug.

Valentine Poem

Fragile like paper

Two Hearts Connecting Whisper

A secret language.

When I'm Old

When my skin gets wrinkled and my hair is sort of gray

And my step's less springy and I have much less to say,

And when my mind is rusty and I don't recall so much,

When I'm old please don't forget the way we used to touch.

When my ears are hairy but I have less hair on top

Don't think for a moment that my love for you will stop.

When my eyes need glasses and I walk with aid of cane

Don't think for a moment I would not choose you again.

When I lose my backside and my pants need a belt

Remember this moment and the way you always felt,

And don't you ever forget all these things that you're told.

Cause I promise I'll still love you, even when we're old.

I Thank Her

She was all I used to think about before she broke me down

And I used to spend so many moments wishing she was still around.

I thought that she'd be back again one day,

But now I thank her for going away.

I used to send her flowers that I wanted to see in her hair

And when she left, I felt like she had a piece of me right there.

I thought that she's be coming back to me

But now I have to thank her for setting me free.

Yeah, I said I loved her. I was always thinking of her. And I tried to make her love me that way.

But she was bent on leaving and a pro at her deceiving. Too bad I never ever got to say. . . .

That I thank her for the way she let me go

From the moment that she finally let me know

She didn't want to love me anymore. . .

Yeah I thank her for showing me the door.

I know it's hard to hear her name, it's true. . . .

But I thank her because that's why I noticed you.