The True Valentine

A valentine’s not just a name,  

Nor bound by roses, gifts, or fame.  

Not just a day of fleeting cheer,  

But love that lasts through every year.  

A hand that holds when nights feel cold,  

A heart that speaks what’s left untold.  

A guide, a friend, a voice so true,  

Who stands beside and walks with you.  

It may be kin, a child so bright,  

A friend who brings your soul to light.  

A love that’s pure, a bond so deep,  

A promise strong, a trust to keep.  

No need for jewels or a grand display,  

For love is shown in simple ways.  

In care, in time, in hearts that shine—  

That, my dear, is a true valentine.