My Valentine

His name was John,
And laughter danced within his eyes.
He held my hand
And told me lies.
He was my love.
We pledged our vows.
I walked in ivory and lace.
A smile was sunlight
On his face.
We were so young.
Our love died hard.
But it is better to have known
The wonder that was
Ours alone,
Than not at all.
His name was John.

                        Donna J. Stone

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