‘An Oldie’s Valentine Love Poem’ by Jeff Eardley The Society February 14, 2022 Beauty, Love Poems, Poetry 9 Comments . An Oldie’s Valentine Love Poem We met when she was seventeen, The fairest maid I’d ever seen. With eyes of blue and flaxen hair, My mouth agape, I had to stare, And wonder, if a girl like she, Would ever choose a fool like me. But now she’s just reached seventy, And I’m still where I’ll always be. I try to quell her doubts and fears, Just like I’ve done for all these years. The anxiousness she often gets, When browsing on the Internet. We never argue, never fight, We must be doing something right. From crocus poking through the snow, To Summer’s dreamy afterglow. Aquarius and Gemini, It seems to work, I don’t know why. We have no need of Valentines, Expensive meals and dodgy wines. With waiters looking down their nose, In dinner suits and dicky-bows. We’ll cuddle by the fire instead, A glass or two… then off to bed. . . Jeff Eardley lives in the heart of England near to the Peak District National Park and is a local musician playing guitar, mandolin and piano steeped in the music of America, including the likes of Ry Cooder, Paul Simon, and particularly Hank Williams. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Wayne February 14, 2022 she was 21 and and now 75 we have 50 years married together, yours a wonderful poem, thanks. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 14, 2022 Simply beautiful! Here’s wishing you many more perfect Valentine’s celebrations (in your own wonderful style) ahead. ❤️ Reply Margaret Coats February 14, 2022 Jeff, I think she’ll appreciate the forthright voice in this homemade valentine–it adds a dapper touch to that daunting Internet. Happy Saint Valentine’s Day to both of you! Reply Russel Winick February 14, 2022 Such a lovely poem! Yes Jeff, you and she are doing something right! Reply Brian Yapko February 14, 2022 Jeff, this is so very sweet, lovely and loving. A true pleasure to read. Happy Valentine’s Day! Reply Roy E. Peterson February 14, 2022 Your poem spanning the years of a life full of love well-lived portrays the perfect pairing throughout the years of contentment that does not require extraneous gifts, dinners out, or flashy experiences. Love is sufficient satisfaction for the soul or the loving pair. Reply C.B. Anderson February 14, 2022 I can relate to this, Jeff, because we have both turned seventy and have been married for over forty years. But I won’t tell you that we never argue. Reply Clive Roland Boddy February 14, 2022 Jeff, congratulations on this well-executed and engaging love poem which communicates to the reader via both structure and content. Charming and touching at the same time. Reply David Whippman March 2, 2022 Uplifting and well written, a quiet homage to real love. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.