Unexpected Valentine

I wasn’t looking for a Valentine
my heart was already on the line
hanging
in the wake of another

passing time

wounds mending
soul tending to higher things
waiting to see what life brings
around the next bend

wasn’t expecting cupid
already drawing the bow

“mysterious ways” for sure
why, I’ll never know
but then, I’m not asking

~*~
02/14/07

Copyright © 2007 Brenda Barnhart
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