Schmalentines

Here we go again.

Valentines day! The it's-not-really-a-holiday-but-February-didn't-have-that-much-going-for-it-so-let's-fake-it-is-a-holiday holiday.

I find it rather odd to devote a day to love. Why just one? Isn't love something that should be celebrated throughout the year?

A little poem:

The secret love to shy to show
The love that needs some time to grow
The love that happened, exciting and new
The love that ended, but remains to be true
The love that endured through time and space
The love that survived life with grace
The love for loved ones, young and old
The love so extreme it can only be bold
The love so true it cannot hide
The love so pure, it was there on first sight
The love so innocent it's easily torn

Those are the loves that life has worn

But if you're happy with heart shaped candles, -chocolates, -pillows and -picture frames then by all means, celebrate the 14th of February as Hallmark intended it.

I sound a bit bitter, don't I?

Maybe I just need a valentine. Or free chocolate.

Love,
Anouk

A little extra info: I'm a bit of a astrology geek - I even have a tattoo of my combined zodiac signs - and my western zodiac sign is under influence of Venus, who is displayed above. I should be a sucker for love. I guess I am, just not when it comes in the form of anything valentines day related :)