Be my Valentine: What does that mean?
Each of us must walk through life alone,
More deeply desolate than we have known,
Yearning for a truth we've never seen.
Valentines are from beyond that dream,
Are like a sunrise on a world of stone.
Little on this journey can we own
Except as miracles might intervene.
No way but through loving might we give
The freedom of our being to another.
In such a sacrifice we hope to live
No longer bound by dreams of flesh and bone,
Even as we bind our lives together.
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No love so strong it needs no sign,
Nor feeling deep it needs no light:
So will you be my Valentine?
Love loves the days that loves define,
When words bring souls to silent sight.
No love so strong it needs no sign,
Nor can we our own souls divine
Without the music of delight:
So will you be my Valentine?
And will you let yourself be mine
As I am yours, of need and right?
No love so strong it needs no sign,
Nor is it wrong to draw a line
And need with hungry need requite:
So will you be my Valentine?
For love grows old like sun-drenched wine
That sweetness brings to evenings bright.
No love so strong it needs no sign:
So will you be my Valentine?
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One alone cannot make two,
But two alone can tally three.
If some find sums enough to do,
Some find some their ecstasy.
Yet do not add unless you love,
For greater sums require more,
And though in proof might pleasant prove,
In life might prove a lifelong chore.
Valentines ought best beware
Of multiplying much too soon.
While two might err, far more must bear
What didn't add up one afternoon.
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The day of love requires a companion,
But I find myself at this time all alone.
Words of sweet affection fill the morning
Like bells outside the windows of my room.
I don't know why I don't have someone with me.
I've loved and been loved through the restless years.
The mysteries of love I hold within me
Are a darkness unrelieved by moon and stars.
And yet I feel more love than I have ever
Felt within the circle of a kiss.
Love need not be a passion or a fever,
Nor does it need a hand for its caress.
Love does not require a companion.
It doesn't need an object or a home.
It flies above the ecstasy of morning
And fills the universe inside my room.
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