For My Valentine
In faith, I love thee without eyes to see
Or hands to touch the face of which I dream
Or ears to hear the voice of angels glee
Or lips to taste your skin of peaches/cream.
Yet in a scent of fragrant flowered breeze
That drifts through winterís hint of early spring,
Releases me from grip of numbing freeze,
And sparks a vision what mindís eye will bring:
A love that loves me like no other can,
Of which before, Iíve rarely ever seen,
And makes me feel like Iím the only man
On Earth, in Heaven; anywhere between.
For even though we havenít ever met,
I freely give my love with no regret.