- Rachel Roussell
The red gloves
'A gift' he said as he handed me the box
'I'm sorry do I know you?' I asked
Who is this man that is smiling at me?
This stranger, this person talking confidently
He is tall, mysterious and curiously charming
But I find his insistence slightly alarming
'Open it!' he tells me and overwhelmed I do
Red gloves lay before me from a man I never knew
'Put them on!' he tells me and astonished I do
Red guardians on my hands were before me
'Your my valentine!' he tells me then he smiles,
walks away
I'm excited and enchanted for the rest of the day
A blizzard came then, but my hands were not cold
I thought of the man so handsome and bold
'May I sit here?' A voice said out of the blue
He had returned the next day with intentions she knew
'I have another gift for you' he said with a laugh
I blushed as he handed me a beautiful red scarf
We walked in the snow, we were strangers mesmerized
Talking, agreeing so much to my surprise
Dinners, dancing, romance, all good fun
A wonderful relationship had just begun
I wear my red gloves with a surprise underneath
A ring, an engagement, a devoted love, a belief
A marriage, some children, but that wasn't that
For the following Valentine he bought me a red hat.
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