Love, War And Dated Valentines

I was at an antique store today

And I stumble across a box of dated valentines

Lovely lace

Hearts of pinks and reds

A dove or an angel here or there

I rifted through them

And thought about how sad this was

A simple pink one said

To Susie my sweetheart all my love~Bobby

1945

Dear Mary, (said the one with angels and lace)

I love you baby. We’re in France now. I hope to see you soon.~John

1942

Hey, Hot Stuff

These English girls are nothing compared to you. Hope to see you soon.

Your Baby

(don’t call me that anymore the guys all tease me)

1943

(He must have been quite the Don Juan)

Those old valentines are just sitting there

Forgotten and forlorn

In that old dusty antique store

Each one tells the story of an old love affair

Of sweet summers

Long midnights under starry skies

And lovers tangled together

I wanted to do something with those valentines

Find out what had happened

To all the people

Did they go on and get married

Did they die

Why do the dusty cards just sit there?

Those valentines deserved better

So, here I quote

“so long lives this and this gives life to thee”

Now those sweethearts will live forever

In all this poem’s readers memories