Dear Valentine…
To my dearest Valentine:
I don’t know who you are.
For I’ll confess, there is so much
I want to proclaim my love for.
Perhaps you are my parents,
Or maybe my best friends.
My cats can be quite loving, too,
Or, at least, they just pretend.
Maybe you’re not a “who” at all,
But my favorite “what”—
Mashed potatoes or chai tea,
Cake, whipped cream, or trout.
Perhaps you are not edible—
Maybe you’re my bass!
Or roses, the piano, potpourri
High-heeled shoes or lace.
But whatever you are, Valentine
I’ll love you everyday.
Even if I never figure out
Who you are today.
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