by Ginny Brancato
My funny little valentine. You come to me when I
least expect it. On days of love and roses and kisses,..when others walk hand
in hand and embrace with looks of longing. Hearts beating to the song of love.
And, I long too, as I kneel and gaze thru misty eyes, your name carved boldly,
deeply in print, on a heart of stone... Ginny Brancato (Fificat)