In days now long past, the 14th February was an exciting time for us young lovers, or would be young lovers. Valentine cards were always very secretive. Never signed with more than, I love you, You are my dream boat, My special love and other more saucy comments, but never an actual name. Guessing from whom the card came was a delicious mystery and often one never to be found out. Sometimes clues were added in romantic poetry, sometimes under the postage stamp. It was a time of anticipation and perhaps discovery . Sometimes the person sending the card would want you to know but without making it too obvious. It could sometimes be painful when a shipmate received several cards and you received none. However, just a single card could make a young mans heart soar. Often we would have the card posted from another city or town to fool the recipient with a strange post mark. Alas, I no longer have those special romantic feelings, I don’t send cards and I don’t receive any. That doesn’t mean I’m no longer a romantic fool, I don’t think that ever changes, but how we show it does. Its risky these days to sweep a loved one off her feet, I could do myself or her a serious injury. So I find it much safer these days to just say you are still my Valentine across the breakfast table.
Happy Valentine Day to all the young lovers. treat her well and love her always.
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