My Valentine

Love Actually – February 12, 2009

My Valentine

Love actually is like a melody that’s sweetly played in tune,

What the world has too little of,

A many-splendored thing.

Love never alters when it alteration finds,

What eludes us when we need it most.

Love is blind, said Shakespeare.

Love is strange, said Mickey and Sylvia.

Love can’t be denied, can’t be controlled.

It is the joy in a morning sun, the bliss of a moonlight night,

The warmth in summer rain, the chill of a lemon icee,

The comfort of hot soup beside a winter fire.

Love warms us, chills us, empties us, fills us.

Love is an irresistible force meeting an implacable object,

A wax and wane of emotion.

Sky rockets in flight, afternoon delight.

Love smiles, love chuckles, love cries but never frowns.

Love is fresh, love repeats,

Love is a song, a red red rose.

A yo yo in the hands of a child, a cello in the hands of Yo Yo Ma.

Love actually is all these things.