As I was cleaning out boxes of old this and thats I came across some Valentine's Day cards that probably dated back to about second grade.
You know how it went, everyone decorated a Valentine's "Mail Box" out of a paper bag and hung it from the top edge of their desk. And then the cards dropped in. Lisa who liked John convinced Sally to sneak over and drop in a special card, maybe with a candy heart attached, just to John's embarassment.
Well, amongst the old Valentine's I found a card from "Barbara" saying it would be "neat" if I'd be her Valentine, and it had a football player with a black eye on it in the Heisman pose. I don't remember a Barbara in elementary school. But I do happen to know a Barbara very well right now.
I showed the card to Barb and she claimed it. Oh, if only we really had met in second grade.
A card really can't extend my true feelings for Barb. She's my right arm, my everything, a perfect match, a strength for all my weaknesses.
Chocolate can't express my feelings, nor flowers, not even a night-out to eat.
The only way I can truly say it would be "neat" if you'd be my Valentine Barb is to say it everyday, all year.
It would be neat if you'd be my Valentine!
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