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Please wait for the song to load... Among The Hearts  He took in all the special sights while strolling through the mall, Hearts of every shape and size were hanging on the wall. He smiles and thinks the Christmas things are put away this year, The theme now is a valentine and that day now draws near. He stands before the candy store amazed at what he sees, Hearts of every shape and size replaced the Christmas trees. He sees excitement on the faces of the people there, Looking for that special thing for their loved ones to share. He turns and sees a couple standing, looking arm in arm, In a jeweler's window pointing to a heart shaped charm. He watches as the young girl leans to give her man a kiss, He smiles and thinks "ah yes, young love" can there be more than this? He then thinks back when he was young and caught in young love's clutch, He smiles again because young men can fall in love so much. A pretty face, a cheerful smile, or tons of flattery, A young man hops from bud to bud just like a busy bee. But then one day it happens and just why nobody knows, And all the flowers fade when he has found his perfect rose. She touches all his senses and his heart just seems to melt, And he thinks back to his own rose and that was how he felt. "Young love" he thinks is beautiful, but that is just the start, It takes many years of growing while it nurtures in your heart. Love is not a feeling that your share one day each year, Love is not a trinket or the candy that is here. It is great expressing it with trinkets that you find, But love is something that will grow into a frame of mind. Love is not a feeling found within some magic potion Love that grows and becomes real goes way beyond emotion. He sees an older couple now and once again he stops, Peering in the window of one of the mall's card shops. Maybe in their 40's or at least he's sure midlife, With wedding rings so he assumes a husband and a wife. He sees them looking through the cards and sharing what they say, And to himself he thinks that one time he had shopped that way. He watches as she grabs a card and reads the verse within, Then shows her husband what it says and both begin to grin. He watches as they both read cards and to each other show, And thinks this simple little thing together makes love grow. If they were married young in life and little things still share, He turns to walk away and thinks, "That's true love growing there" He loves to watch the people in the mall as they walk by, But now a special couple holding hands has caught his eye. The perfect ending to the story of love sitting there, On a bench beside the food court, both with silver hair. Holding hands and laughing at what one of them had said, The man was pointing to her heart shaped broach of brilliant red. He knew they were enjoying life, to him there was no doubt, And once again he thought; "Now that is what love is about" Life is love and love is life and no one is immune, Young love in the spring of life or by the harvest moon. Love does not go fleeing in life when you turn a page, Love remains or still may come at any given age. Love may come to some but once, and never come again, But in this life you never know when true love will begin. So keep an open heart and love will find you where it may Or cling to love for all it's worth with your loved one today. Share in all the happiness your Valentine may bring, Share the special moments and don't ever miss a thing. "True love is so precious" he thinks, as he now departs, His stroll down lover's lane, inside the mall, among the hearts.  © 2004 James A. Kisner (Poppy) This poem used with permission
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