Reba's Valentine Song
From Reba of Rivermill by Thorin N. Tatge
Once I had a Valentine
It sat there on my table
It seemed to stare each night at me
Ungiven
Ungiven
I never got a valentine
From the children at my school.
I gave so many valentines
But kept one
But kept one
I sit here thinking quietly
Of my Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
And sometimes it stays on my bed
And sometimes on my shelf...
It holds my secret feelings
Toward myself...
I gave up giving Valentines
And even asking questions
And soon I left my school entirely.
A lot of tears went through my life;
I went out on my own
And one day I found love a different way...
I sit here thinking quietly
Of my Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
And sometimes it sits on my bed
And sometimes on my shelf...
It holds my secret feelings
Toward myself...
In bed, you may find Valentines
I found them all the time—
In playful pecks and utterances
Unbidden
Unbidden
I had a lot of lovers
But they never knew their gifts...
Their valentines were strewn but never given...
Given...
I sit here thinking wistfully
Of my Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
And sometimes it sits on my bed
And sometimes on my shelf...
It holds my secret feelings
Toward myself...
Now I have two Valentines
In colors white and gray—
They sparkle with a luster not in me.
The fact I didn't make them
Makes
them
all the more mine.
They were given specifically to me.
I sit here thinking quietly
Of my Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
I have the real thing now
So I put it on a shelf...
And now I feel
Overwhelmed with wealth...
I sit here thinking wistfully
Of my Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
My Valentine to myself...
And sometimes it sits on my bed
And sometimes on my shelf...
It holds my secret feelings
Toward myself...
It
holds
my secret feelings toward myself....