Valentine arrived, say it with love, flowers, chocolate, with a cinema ticket, with a diamond, with a balloon ride …
Who knows if it was the story of a doctor and a priest who getting married to soldiers, beheaded by the Roman Emperor Claudio in the third century AD, or the story of the priest Valentine arrested and love with the daughter of his jailer to whom he dedicated one passionate love letter signed “from your Valentine”, or … a declared commercial holiday …
Beyond petrodollars Valentine products, we can abstract from its most commercial and look back to our romantic side …
A poem deep, resonant and delicate, for example Pablo Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
I remember you as you were last fall.
Were the gray beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a vine.
leaves garnered your voice, slow and calm.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far:
gray beret, voice of a bird and heart of house
towards which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills.
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes blazing sunsets.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
Along with a bit of chocolate … never fails …. I love you, but above all, remember to say every day, and enjoy your Valentine’s day.