My affection for you is not my problem.

I’m Noah, and you are the ship coasting along the banks and as long as you are my valentine I will sail between your eyes..

She turned and bolted out the door. She had learnt an important lesson – “When a man paid ‘for’ you…you paid ‘to’ him.” It was her first Valentine slaughter.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

On valentine’s day every girl should deserve a rose rather than one

Your heart is not a guinea pig that anyone can experiment with. You deserve a love that will last long past Valentine’s Day.

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now...

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess...

Valentine’s Day is the poet’s holiday.

True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.

It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids on...

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.

The love hidden within is always greater than the hate displayed without.

Exactly. You like me. The word you use was like. You’ll find someone better than me. Someone you’ll love and not just like.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

Love knows nothing of short hauls because it has committed itself for the long haul.

In entirety, valentine is a FUCKING DAY, rather than the sanctity of its literal meaning.

Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.

Unless the object of the singer’s affection is a vampire, surely what Hart means is unphotogenic. Only vampires are unphotographable, but affectionate ‘-enic’ rhymes are hard to come by.

William Hurt has a painful last name. Kevin Love has a name perfect for February 14th. But what about Johnny Longdong? Where does he fit?

Don’t wait until it’s too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care.

Roses are wilting, Violets are dead,The sugar bowl is empty,and so is your head.

You are blessed doublee if you are in love…

A broke man’s lover doesn’t feel ‘loved’ on her Birthday, Christmas, and, on Valentine’s Day.

We offer love to our customers. And in return, we receive the finest smiles. And even if we cannot return their affection, at least we can offer a rose.

Why send roses? Wouldn’t it be more romantic to deliver a dozen orgasms? For only $19.95, I’ll deliver them to your woman any day of the year. But be sure to book early for Valentine’s...

Run, sweetheart, run.

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept...

Sharing oft leaves less. But with love the more we share, the fuller our hearts.

If every lover was treated like they matter — everyday; valentine’s day wouldn’t be so ‘special.

Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I’ve ever loved…how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth…echo of unborn galaxies bounce forth through your vocal...

The only thing we should scream into the world is love.

Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our...

Love is an afternoon of fishing when I’d sooner be at the ballet. Love is eating burnt toast and lumpy graving with a big smile. Love is hearing the words, ‘You’re beautiful,’ as I fail...

Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river…that’s romance.

If my Valentine you won’t be,I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

To the romantic soul, the rituals of Valentine’s Day echo every day of the year.