This day
is not large enough
to hold all I feel for you.
I need every day,
dense with minutes and seconds,
and even then
I would need more.
For each moment with you
remains a puzzlement;
a recurring, joyous question:
How?
How do I have you
and call you mine
on this day
or any other?
How is one person
so sweet
so kind
so sexy?
How are you
so smart
so beautiful
so funny?
How, I ask,
is someone
so fun
so deep
so alive?
How, I wonder,
do I have you?
How?
How am I so blessed
to call this one
my love,
my life,
my Valentine?
--Saint Valentine's Day 2008
