well it seems that id not be available for the whole February,,
sorry senora

A Valentine is nothing like
A chocolate or a rose.
For in a week these shall be gone,
But Valentines remain.

If love were always sweet to tongue
Or fragrant to the nose,
Each day would be like Valentine’s,
And we would go insane.

A Valentine just hangs around
Waiting to be kissed
Long after special days have passed
And every days are here.

So one is wise to choose one well
And chocolates to resist.
For in the midst of mania
It’s nice to have one near.

I made a special valentine
I cut and glued with care
I painted little hearts upon
The page with such a flair.

A special little valentine
For my one true love
A heart to show the feelings
That I was thinking of.

I signed it in the middle
"your secret love" is what it said
And added just a bit of glitter
To the heart painted rosy red.

Today I placed it on his desk
And quickly ran to hide
Waiting for the very moment
When the Valentine, he spied.

He picked it up and read the words
Then folded it with care
And placed it in his pocket
Only he knew it was there.

All day long he looked around
In hopes that he could find
The special little girl who sent
This heart-shaped valentine.

The school day went by so fast
I didn't have the time
To tell my secret one true love
In truth, that It was I.

I was running to the school bus
When on the ground I saw
A heart-shaped piece of paper
With glitter, fold and all.

I bent to pick it up but then
Two hands were there instead
Reaching for the folded heart
That was painted rosy red.

Our eyes met as we stood up
Each holding half a heart
A smile of recognition
For a love that wouldn't part.

He dropped the piece of paper
And reached his hand to mine
He took the tattered pieces
Of my heart-shaped valentine.

He folded it with tenderness
And placed it with such care
In the pocket of his shirt
Next to his heart it was there.

Then he took my hand in his
Our hearts thumped, his and mine
All because I made for him
A special valentine.

This day of love I take a vow
To love you well through all the days
Of long and labyrinthine ways:
But I would love you anyhow.

These words bespeak my unbent will
To love despite the passing pain,
Anger, lust, fear, silence, shame:
But without words I’d love you still.

A vow of love’s the final seal
Upon an edict fully writ,
Not altering the sense of it,
Nor adding to the love we feel;

Or like an oarsman worth his weight
Upon a current swift and strong
That bears the fragile boat along
To where it meets its cherished fate.

So why a vow on Valentine?
Like any vow, to bind me to
Whatever I am bound to do:
Words that ride the wordless wind.

To my Valentine, with all my love,
Of whom I cannot say enough in praise:
May my love for you sufficient prove,
Yearning to redeem your caustic days.
Vortices within may drag you down.
Anchor, then, in my serenity.
Love saves some who otherwise might drown,
Embarked alone upon their Galilee.
Nor should you deem your own love not enough
To be the chapel to which I retreat
In search of a pavilion for my pain.
No love is love unless it be a seat
Enchanted, where a stone might weep again.

No love so strong it needs no sign,
Nor feeling deep it needs no light:
So will you be my Valentine?

Love loves the days that loves define,
When words bring souls to silent sight.
No love so strong it needs no sign,

Nor can we our own souls divine
Without the music of delight:
So will you be my Valentine?

And will you let yourself be mine
As I am yours, of need and right?
No love so strong it needs no sign,

Nor is it wrong to draw a line
And need with hungry need requite:
So will you be my Valentine?

For love grows old like sun-drenched wine
That sweetness brings to evenings bright.
No love so strong it needs no sign:

So will you be my Valentine?

well i brought you st. valentino,,he'd be willing to to be yer valentine at 200bucks an hour,,
thats what i call a loot offer
have him

No love so strong it needs no sign,
Nor feeling deep it needs no light:
So will you be my Valentine?

Love loves the days that loves define,
When words bring souls to silent sight.
No love so strong it needs no sign,

Nor can we our own souls divine
Without the music of delight:
So will you be my Valentine?

And will you let yourself be mine
As I am yours, of need and right?
No love so strong it needs no sign,

Nor is it wrong to draw a line
And need with hungry need requite:
So will you be my Valentine?

For love grows old like sun-drenched wine
That sweetness brings to evenings bright.
No love so strong it needs no sign:

So will you be my Valentine?

As the month close nearer
And the day of love becomes clearer
I wait by the step and dream away
Hoping that this very day
My letter of love soon will be send

Stars will twinkle
And my heart will flutter
Way up in the sky
And maybe never return to me again

Minute by minute
Day by day
It slowly passes away
Without even a sealed kiss
Or an answer from mini love cupid

As a little girl
Chocolates is all I needed
With no meaning behind it
As long as it involved eating

Now I want and need so much more
A heart of love
And many kisses
From someone I love so oh very much

A small sigh I take
And wait for the postman to arrive
With my hands on my cheeks
And my knees pulled to my chest
I think to myself
“Please Bring Me A Valentine!”

thanks bhai

On this Valentine’s Day
I hope someone would say
those words full of love
and make me feel like I am above

I have been so lonely
All I need is you, you only
But my hopes are fading
I know I have been escaping
By telling myself I don’t need it
But deep down, I admit

This day can make me feel bad
Reminding me about my lad
How I just had to let it go
Into tomorrow, I had to flow
Hoping things would be better
And someone would write a love letter

awww thanx much bro

To ask you to be my Valentine
I’d have to talk to you,
Something that in all this time
I’ve managed not to do.

I’d have to get past “Hi!” somehow
To show you that I care,
But the right time is never now,
Especially when you’re there.

It’s as if a wall of fear,
Transparent yet profound,
Came hurtling up as you come near,
Cutting off all sound.

I fear I won’t know what to say
And strike you as a fool,
Or you’ll be glad to get away,
Polite not to be cruel.

Easier to dream than act,
To hope than to find out,
So fearful of the force of fact
I wait in fear-filled doubt.

But now the day of love has come,
And I must cross its line,
And so I ask you through this poem
To be my Valentine.

Rehan M Din:

any prob????

very nice tasha jiii!

thanx sweety