In a cottage quaint where roses twine, Lived Mr. Ron, a love divine, On Valentine's morn, with gentle cheer, He kissed his husband, soft and near. Jars of jellies, jams aglow, In sunlit pantry, treasures show, Sweetened whispers of berries red, On love's sweet toast, their vows are spread. In life's simple acts, love refrains, In syrupy swirls and fruity stains, For every heart, a tale unfurls, Love's gentle jar contains worlds.