Valentine

The greatest of lovers is my Valentine--
He finds so many ways to say, "Would you 'be Mine'?"
He writes a love song for the birds to sing;
Its sound through plains and forests rings.
He blows me kisses on the breeze,
And asks, "Be My valentine, please?"
He paints the sunrise every morn,
He holds me when I'm tired or torn;
He never asks me why I cry,
He just holds me 'til the tears are dry.
He makes the stars like diamonds shine,
And asks me, "Won't you please 'be Mine'?"
He whispers His love in the rippling brook,
And the blue sky is filled with His sweet, smiling look.
He ends the day with sunsets bright,
Then hangs the moon with gentle light.
His gift is to hold a sleeping baby
To give me a taste of how He loves to hold me.
He hugs me so tight, so close to His heart,
While He whispers, "Never will we have to part."
And if ever for a moment His love I should doubt,
He proclaims it in thunder with the loudest of shouts.
And who is this Man who asks, "Would you 'be Mine'?"
Jesus Christ is my sweet Valentine!