Don’t give me hearts or scarlet blooms
No Hallmark cards or lovers’ tunes
But kiss my cheek and hold my hand
Or trace my name upon the sand
Don’t buy me chocolates, silk or rings
I do not need expensive things
But wash my hair and rub my feet
Or make me pancakes as a treat
Don’t feel the need to dress up fine
And take me out to wine and dine
But light a flame and plant a tree
Or write a tissue poem for me
— Wayne Visser