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V Day


Now could this be a blog about romance and not talk about Valentines Day.

First the history lesson. Not sure which St Valentine is remembered so here are some possibilities.

The Legend of St. Valentine

The history of Valentine’s Day–and the story of its patron saint–is shrouded in mystery. We do know that February has long been celebrated as a month of romance, and that St. Valentine’s Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. But who was Saint Valentine, and how did he become associated with this ancient rite?

The Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred. One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine’s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.

Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons, where they were often beaten and tortured. According to one legend, an imprisoned Valentine actually sent the first “valentine” greeting himself after he fell in love with a young girl–possibly his jailor’s daughter–who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter signed “From your Valentine,” an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories all emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic and–most importantly–romantic figure. By the Middle Ages, perhaps thanks to this reputation, Valentine would become one of the most popular saints in England and France.

The earliest known romantic valentine verse was written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife in the 15th century:

Je suis desja d’amour tanné
Ma tres doulce Valentinée

[I am already sick of love,
My very gentle Valentine
]

Sounds wonderful in French.

Here is a lovely Valentine poem to think upon

Must, bid the Morn awake! 
Sad Winter now declines, 
Each bird doth choose a mate; 
This day’s Saint Valentine’s. 
For that good bishop’s sake 
Get up and let us see 
What beauty it shall be 
That Fortune us assigns. 
– Michael Drayton

Quite a few articles I read suggested that the 14th Feb was chosen because it is the the time when the birds begin to look for mates and build nests.

So if you haven’t done anything for Valentines day let me encourage you do something very romantic for your mate. I am going to sign off and make a hand crafted card with my own poem for my man.

 

A Million Times


A Million Times

I have seen you a million times

And every time I see you

I fall in love with you all over again
My heart starts to race
My frown turns into a smile
And all my worries are now in my past
When you smile at me my heart melts
You give the sweetest hugs
Every time you hug me

Your sense of humor is like no other
The ability you have to make me smile
Is all you need you love me
Your laugh is so soft and sweet
Just looking in your eyes
Makes me melt inside
Your lips look so soft
Soft enough to kiss
You, yourself relive me from all pain
Your hands are as soft as a pillow
The way you comfort me is amazing
Every time we say good-bye
I start to cry
I say good-bye to you too many times
I said good-bye to you a million times.

anonymous

Near You


Near You

 ‘Neath velvet cloth of night and shadows, my heart confessed its thoughts to the wind.

I could feel your smile from a distance with the touch of your closeness profound.

The sun reached behind a fading sky, so the moon could take its proper place.

Day to darkness, brightened by the stars, leaving upon the blue waters a shimmering portrait of your face.

You, with all your savoring sweetness, tenderly pierced the walls of my soul

as you wove a new tapestry with the golden threads of your hope and love.

Yesterday you offered me courage, today you endowed me with your strength.

Every moment together, a gift.

Every day a celebration of life.

How lovely the music of your heart.

You are the air I breathe, sound I hear and the spirit that gently moves me.

I don’t wish for the moon, I have the stars.

– Orania Hamilton

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Sometimes it is…


Polish gingerbread cookies from Toruń

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Sometimes it is the little things that count. I have been working fourteen hour days and get home tired. So small romantic gestures can be just the thing to give my heart a boost.

I found a small ginger bread heart on a card by my pillow when I got home. My husband was out so it was nice to know he was thinking of me. The little surprises are just the thing to keep the love alive and they don’t take hours of thought or preparation.

Some other small gestures you could try

A single rose on the pillow

A small card with a loving quote ie: ‘You light up my life.’ ‘ You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.’ ‘I smile every time I think of you.’

A hershys chocolate kiss.

A lunch time phone call or text  to say you are thinking of them.

So keep the romance alive with small loving acts.

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turns dark to light


turns dark to light

I close my eyes, and there you are;

you dazzle me, from near and far;

 your silhouette – it strikes me too;

no other like it, uniquely you;

 all perfect curves, from head to toe;

from hips to calves, from eyes to nose;

both inside and outside, your brilliance flows;

 I crave your kiss, my heart explodes;

still strong without you, I remain;

though hard it is, each passing day;

 I am bolstered too, each sunless night;

your voice I hear, turns dark to light;

I want you now, stay near to me;

eyes open wide, still you I see –

Bryce Johnston –

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Haunted


HAUNTED

That face appears

Just as lovely as before

I stop in track

Wish for you more

Your fingerprints

Along these walls

Your shadows haunting

These lonely halls

Your warmth I feel

Your breath I taste

I long for you

Your love embrace

How do I go

About this maze

So drenched in the memories

Of our glory days

 

Anonymous

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Jacaranda


A large Jacaranda tree in full bloom.

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It is beautiful time of year where I am.

I love purple and the Jacarandas are in bloom. They are magnifcent trees.  Love this line of the poem following “to lightly kiss your face with a hundred million tiny lips.”

My partner would do really well if he decided to pack a picnic and take me to a park with all the beautiful trees.

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The Jacaranda Tree

 A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say,
Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today.
forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of modesty,
but nowhere in this troubled world is finery like me.

Light rays slide between each leaf, to settle on the tips
to lightly kiss your face with a hundred million tiny lips.
You only have to lift your eyes to greet the filtered sun
a sight I guarantee will warm the heart of everyone.

Though very tall, my leaf is small, its form is one of fern,
large panicles of bluebells swell to trumpet unconcern.
A Bee collecting nectar from an ample deep white throat,
takes flight to join its family, and of its feast to gloat.
Look up to see each fern like leaf, floating up on high,
like footprints of a centipede that stroll across the sky
See how far my branches reach, admire their greenery,
so beautiful and strong, I am the Jacaranda tree.

Anne Beard

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