Elusive Valentine
Today is Valentine’s Day. What follows is a poem I wrote to my wife, Frankie, when were dating in the mid-1980s. It is called “Elusive Valentine.” (The picture on the bottom right is from our wedding reception, atop the Dunes Hotel & Casino, July 11, 1987. The one on the top left was taken nearly 20 years a later at the party for my nephew Dean’s confirmation):
Elusive Valentine
I’m finally relaxed
After two weeks of being here
And my time is never taxed
Whenever she is near
She doesn’t wear a monagram
She’s got an independent mind
She admires Billy Graham
She’s an elusive valentine
There’s something ’bout this city
That always brings me back
It’s that woman who’s so pretty
That she gives me a heart attack
She’d look lovely in Paris
Sipping a glass of French wine
‘neath a moonlit glowing terrace
Like an elusive valentine

My words, not frivolous
Their meaning leaves no doubt
Her symmetry is marvelous
Her spirituality, devout
She stands up for her faith
In the Man from Palestine
In gold, she’s worth her weight
She’s an elusive valentine
Standing still, lavender clad,
Indeed, attractively stubborn
Her possibilities are myriad
By fools, she’ll not be governed
And yes, we’re a couple of mystics
Rationally inclined
She holds her own in linguistics
She’s an elusive valentine
Francis J. Beckwith
June 13, 1986
Las Vegas, Nevada
(Originally posted on the Return to Rome blog)

