It was not decorated in fancy lace or bedecked in jewels

It did not come in shiny wrapping or topped with many bows

It was not flowers or candy or a ring for my finger

(Although I wouldn't have minded, goodness knows.)

I couldn't touch it, smell it, shake it, hear it,

But if I dropped it, it would surely break.

It wasn't bought at Neiman Marcus or Filene's

But it couldn't possibly be a fake.

He gave it to me so selflessly but I was too blind to see

This gift he gave, this present just for me.

We were too different: he was into football, I was into art.

That I didn't care about him, even when he gave his heart.

So I lost him, and now I see my greatest error of all time.

I lost the nicest, sweetest boy, that valentine of mine.