Nothing Says Happy Valentine’s Day Like a Rondeau


I know it’s love, no matter what they say.
I recognize its presence every day
In subtle glances or the slightest touch.
It fills each moment, never asking much,
Not keeping score. It gives itself away,

Then keeps on giving more, day after day.
I don’t deserve this love and can’t repay
This growing debt, though it’s not held as such.
I know it’s love.

It’s not the pretty card, nor fresh bouquet;
It’s not the once-a-year faux holiday.
This love transcends us both. And inasmuch
As we both give and take, it strengthens, such
That all we do, or every word we say,
I know it’s love.