she loved him all that she could
                     her ways to his resigned

but     she was neither pink nor pale  

                     she was not his valentine.......

on valentine's day she met him first

       then went to meet her husband-to-be..

"you should look the best on my wedding day,"

was all she said, -

             before pacing away hastily....

he heard not her silence

                  she was neither pink nor pale

"she is my best friend" he thought

                   and feared to follow the trail....

[verses adapted from Witch-Wife by Edna St Vincent Millay]