Valentine’s Day Love Song


Treasured things may easily be stored.

Push a bookcase here or there, fill it up

with history, biography, theology,

a gripping tale and silken words of poetry;

perhaps a leafy, single potted plant

with purple petals spreading perfume.  


To store a heart is different. They do not come

in leather-bound editions or Grecian bowls.

Intangible as moonbeams, personal, they seek to rest

within another heart, freely given; a mirror image

and a kindred spirit. Aromatic as a knotted garden, 

of lavender, lemon balm, rosemary and thyme,


blended hearts bloom and flourish both together,

survive as one, through storm and blight sustained.

When comes the hour of fleeting breath

and fading beat, the pitcher shattered at the spring,

companion heart, though crushed like hyssop,

knows enduring fragrance. Only they who love truly live.


New Zealand born Mary Trim, who writes as Marye Trim, has a PhD in English Literature (Loughborough, UK, 1998) and studied journalism at the University of Queensland, Australia. She has authored five published books and hundreds of inspirational articles, stories and poems and was a newspaper columnist for nine years, while also working as missionary teacher in India and Thailand. She feels called to writing ministry and sees herself as akin to those “Out of Zebulon, they who handle the pen of the writer” (Judges 5:14).

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A beautiful love poem. This is very much appreciated. My wife and I celebrate our 50th anniversary this Sunday, February 14, having been married a half century ago in the Porterville (California) Seventh-day Adventist Church.


Thank you Mary, for this insightful poem. It’s not just appropriate for a Valentine’s Day/Couples relationship: My dad died a couple of weeks ago (age 92) after a long lifetime of love and support for his wife and us four girls, truly a companion heart with enduring fragrance. Thank you for the words we could not say so beautifully.


Dear Walter and Carolyn, Thank you for taking time to share your responses to my poem, Love Song. Sometimes verses come to me as if the Lord is speaking into my heart with something he wants to be shared. This time, I believe, you were especially in his mind. Blessings.


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