She is the child of a marriage lost,

Tossed into the ashes,

A heap of wanting to forget everything,

Except her, our baby girl, born

On a day they invented for love.

My Valentine,

From the man I forgot.

Life, and love, go on,

Like they said they do–

On that, they did not lie.

She is a grown woman now,

Married, has her own child.–

Aww, life, love, yearning, and hurt;

It is all gloriously entwined today.