Valentine Poem Quotes

“VALENTINE'S DAY POEM:
What earth is to sky.. on the horizon..
What moon is to night.. no matter start studded ocean!
What Love is to life.. above all give and take..
that you are to me.. a rhythm that soulful music would make!
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Let's surrender to each other..
for a dream to be woven together!!
You're my weakness and my strength..
wanna live with you till the end!! .. and beyond.. ;)!!!
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Even a dent in the universe..
can't express my Love for you!
My life is yours forever..
O girl, O girl..
O girl.. you be mine!!
Not just for this time..
Everyday beyond.. Valentine,
O O my heart, be my.. Valentine!”
― Vikrmn, Guru with Guitar

“I found your letter on the sidewalk and I corrected your grammar. Wrote "avoid hyperbole" in the margins, "your not you're." Gave it a D- and left it on the sidewalk for you to find.”
― Allen Berry, Travel for Agoraphobics

“If you were not so gentle,
If you were hard to please,
If you were never patient
And always ill at ease,

If you were far from humble,
If you could not forgive,
If all you did was grumble
And curse the life you live,

If you were irreligious,
If you were not composed,
If you were quite ignoble,
If you had not proposed,

If you were daft as killdeer,
If you were less than kind,
If you were proud and pushy,
I’d pay you little mind.
And never would I ever
Call you Valentine.

But you are kind and gentle,
So patiently at ease.
You’re gracious, sweet, and humble.
Not ever hard to please.

You evince faith and service;
They dictate how you live.
Good will along with mercy
Allow you to forgive.

Despite the trials and heartaches,
You count your blessings all.
Despite the miles between us,
Persistently you call.

The gestures of affection.
The compliments so kind.
The selfless acts of service
Endear you in my mind.
And that, my dear, is why I
Call you Valentine.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, A Heart Made of Tissue Paper

“The Romantic Charter by Stewart Stafford

Eyes dazzled by romance's shine,
Hostage suitor of Cupid and you,
A willing disciple of St Valentine,
With pierced heart of rosiest hue.

Love is the next world's currency,
All wealth we must leave behind,
Call it the discarnate treasury,
A repository of delicacies dined.

Even if adoration sours on the lips,
Or toxicity springs from intoxication,
Nothing erases the first steps of bliss,
Or can demolish memory's foundation.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford