Florists
and card stores
declare a forced affair:
“Purchase a card and dozen roses
or your affections are suspect!”
I prefer
memories carved
each morning from
all the days before
in a collection of kisses
stretching back through
years of anniversaries
Memories of Mister and Missus.
(Though notes are nice,
and I like roses, on sale).
Shawn L. Bird 
many friends have similar sentiments today, but I loved your humorously contradictory ending
Well you know, flowers are always nice. Although to be honest, I prefer things that last longer than roses.
I was at the grocers this morning and thinking the exact same thing. Every day should be a day of love and memories made.
Every day should be a day of safety and affection!
Agree with you.
Hubby used this poem as an excuse to completely jam out of any romantic gestures more exciting than making red jello. 😉 Good thing I like him. He’d better clean the kitchen, though! 😉
I think he had this planned the night before : )
lol Perhaps! My DH is not a very romantic soul, but he is very sacrificial and long suffering. He also does all the snow shovelling AND the laundry. I forget to cook most nights, and he doesn’t complain about that either. Romance isn’t everything! lol
Every day should be Valentine’s Day.
Indeed.
I love this poem showing that the companies like card stores and florists make you feel like you have to buy the most expensive thing to show your true love. Your perspective is something I respect and admire, the fact that its not the show of the gift that matters as much as the meaning that is behind it. That is what I got from it.
Precisely.