Barry Tebb

1942 / West Yorkshire / UK

MY ONLY VALENTINE

Your voice on the telephone

Hushes the storm in my heart

Lightning strikes twice

In the same place.

I cannot picture your face

No photograph, no keepsake,

No letters scented with your smile,

No ring or marriage bed.

Your kisses were the best

I ever had, my first,

My only valentine.
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