I dream of petal trails, pink fizz, a glamorous diner
I dream of declarations of love and dreamy memories
I dream of walks on the beach and holding hands
I dream of hot chocolate and keeping warm

Each year, I dream of surprises, of the penny dropping
Why, I don't know. Maybe I'm a secret romantic.
This morning, I was pleased he had remembered,
I was pleased he hadn't written a name on the card
I was, I was pleased.... even when I questioned Charlie the Chick. Apparently, it was that or a rabbit, but the chicken was cuter.
He still has no idea that perhaps these chocolate animals are for a different occasion.

He makes me laugh. That's good enough.