Poor Man’s Valentine


I wish that I could give to thee,
All the world as a gift from me,
But alas, a poor man I am to be,
Doomed to a life of poverty.

Though poor in pocket I'm rich in spirit,
But my meager efforts will fall short I fear it.
When I profess my love my wife will hear it,
And hopefully, she will endear it.

Greeting cards seem so cliché,
Like a box of candy or a flower bouquet,
But no matter what I give her today,
My wife will love me anyway.

For on this day she's so enchanted,
And has been this way since we first banded.
It seems old-fashioned that much is granted,
But I refuse to go home empty-handed.

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