I found your last Valentine
card, signed All my love,
in the drawer above the drawer
into which I put all your cards.
It was hand made and pricey,
with rhinestones and sparkles
and torn edges on recycled paper.
I know you spend comparatively
long choosing cards, as you want them
to express just the right sentiment,
which you always follow with
All my love, as though
the supply is endless, as though
you can spend it all in every card
and still have it all to give again,
which you say with paper and ink,
but not so much with your touch,
making it seem like you ran dry
several cards ago and you
don't even know.

—F. John Sharp