She’s the shy girl in her scuffed Mary Janes
watching for lacy pink “Be Mine” hearts drop
into the gold painted glitter-filled box,
nervously holding her breath, but in vain.
Her valentine box is ready to gain
blood-red Sweethearts, frilled hearts, on her desktop.
She’s waiting for Prince Charming’s step to stop
in front of her freckle-faced grin, again.
Now she’s the very same girl who’s so learned,
no matter how much gold is spray painted
or how long for Prince Charming she’s waited.
that love is not found in boxes and verse,
but in moments of heart filled connection,
and in moments of tingling affection.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019