The way you smile doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you pretty. The way you giggle doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you cute. The way you carry yourself doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you classy. The way you move doesn’t make you beautiful, it makes you elegant.

Words can tell what hearts divine
This most romantic time of year:
So will you be my Valentine?
I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
Till golden moon meets midnight drear.
For words can tell what hearts divine

When air’s perfume and water’s wine,
And cupids hover at one’s ear:
So will you be my Valentine?

And do we feelings dare define
In phrases adamant and clear?
For words can tell what hearts divine,

And souls can step across a line
On days when angels wait to cheer:
So will you be my Valentine?
Ah, love! Let love this one day shine
On fancies lush and passions sheer!
For words can tell what hearts divine:
So will you be my Valentine?

Receive this little poem with my winter wishes to you…

photo by Kizamaji

I’m sending you my winter joy
On a snowflake like a toy,
To make you smile and shine like gold
And to warm you when you’re cold.

As the clouds pass by
One by one every day
As all birds fly
And go on their way
As the land is dry
And the sky turns gray
All the poppies try
Not to fade away…

photo by Floriandra

photo by angiemckaig

Last evening I met some friends and we started talking about animals and pets. One of them said quite an incredible story about her dog. Lisa (the doggy) got angry at my friend because she was left outside the tent one night when they went camping and for a whole week ignored all the commands and calls. Lisa even refused to eat the food my friend gave, she only accepted water and treats from the other family members! It took my friend a lot attention and special treat to buy and give Lisa to make her forget about that camping night.
So it made me think… some animals not only have feelings of love and fidelity, but even self esteem and personal ego Never underestimate your pet!

photo by Ali QJo

I sit at my desk, with a candle lit
Since you joined the navy, I can’t rest a bit.
It is close to midnight, and I miss you so
I wish you’d come back and then never go.

Our garden’s blooming, with the roses red,
Like the ones you gave me… remember? When we met…
Your mom caught a cold, but she said “Don’t worry
My son, focus there, and return in glory!”

Now I write again, this is my fifth letter
Do you know a way how to make this better?
Darling there’s no way for me to ease this pain
Since you joined the navy, it all seems in vain.

I stare at your picture, every single day
You’re close in my heart, but so far away…
Did your captain say when you can come home?
Darling you must ask, I feel so alone!

But what’s wrong with me, this is the fifth letter
That I write to you, and I don’t feel better…
All I do is write and then pile them in a box
The war is long over, but your ship hit rocks…

Darling how I miss you, since you joined the navy,
And you’ll never know that we have a baby…

I woke up this morning
Reaching for a hug.
As the rain was pouring,
I thought I saw a bug.

So I stared a little better
Out the window in the rain.
But it was just a feather…
And I felt a weird pain.

The alarm was set to 8
But it was barely 7.
I tried to put my thoughts all straight
And picture me in heaven.

I tried to smile and understand
Why all the things have changed,
I tried to stop and not expand
The pain that was so strange.

Can I be ready for tomorrow
If I regret today?
I locked away my sorrow,
As faith was coming, on the way…

I fully opened all my windows
And received the chilly rain.
I could swear I saw some halos
Or maybe I was just insane…

Some people walk the straight and narrow,
Some walk the rocky road.
Some get the silver spoon and some get the heavy load.
…
But a little love, just a little love,
A little love can change it all.
…
Well I get a little tired walkin’ down the street
People on my side – everyone I meet.
But they don’t know what’s on my mind
And they don’t know what they might find
A little love, just a little love
A little love can change it all.

Red roses were her favourites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.

 
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.”
“My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

 
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

 
She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favourite chair.
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.

 
A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate.
With the loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
the doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.

 
She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock.
Then went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.
The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,
why would someone do this to her causing her such pain?

 
“I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,” the owner said,
“I knew you’d call and you would want to know.”
“The flowers you received today were paid for in advance.”
“Your husband always planned ahead he left nothing to chance.”

 
“There is a standing order that I have on file down here,
and he has paid well in advance. You’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing that I think you should know,
he wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.”

 
“Then should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
that the card…that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.

 
Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note.
Then as she stared in total silence this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone.
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.”

 
“I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say. You were the perfect wife.”

 
“You were my friend and lover; you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.”

 
“When you get these roses think of all the happiness
that we had together and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.”

 
“Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
when your door’s not answered when the florist stops to knock.”

 
“He will come five times that day in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit he will know without a doubt,
to take the roses to the place where I’ve instructed him,
and place the roses where we are, together once again.”