This Valentine’s Day I wake up to find this perfect peach rose beside me. The chocolates are a gift from someone at work. I see them as a reminder that love is everywhere, wherever you find it – in reality, in memory, and in dreams.
Love is the reality of my children sleeping peacefully in their beds beside mine, safe and warm, all is well.
Love is a lingering memory; I rub the flower’s petals between my fingers and feel their velvety smoothness, as smooth as a slumbering lover’s cheek; the chocolates are as sweet as his kisses in the rushing roiling madness of first desire.
Love is a dream of walking down a long road hand-in-hand with someone who will not let my hand go, not for any reason, till journey’s end.
And this is how I love:
From The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Charles Dickens:
“I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.”
“I love you, love you, love you! If you were to cast me off now – but you will not – you would never be rid of me. No one should come between us. I would pursue you to the death.”
From Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens:
“Her heart–is given him, with all its love and truth. She would joyfully die with him, or, better than that, die for him. She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of. . . . ”
“A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.”
From The White Company, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.”
Sir Rabindranath Tagore: “I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.”
Happy Valentine’s Day to you. May you be blessed with truest love and deepest peace.