I am not your valentine.
Your one-day lover, bringer of chocolates and flowers,
Cook for the special occasion.
My love for you does not fit in the signature on a card,
It fills the page and overflows any boundary placed upon it.
I love you as the lily loves the sun, you sustain me.
In your presence I am warmed.
In your light I thrive.
You are my every-day love, and I am warmed by your sunrise smile.
You are not my valentine,
Romantic for an afternoon or an obligatory evening,
Escort to a fancy dinner in a crowded restaurant.
You are the hammering of my heart,
The lightning that flashes in my veins, you empower me.
Our love is the quiet rumble of a far off storm
And the shuddering boom from a tempest that is already upon us.
You split the sky and illuminate the darkness,
The light that dances between the raindrops.
Valentine's day is not for us.
We need no holiday.
No saint can sanctify what is already blessed.
I cannot ask you to be mine, for we are one.
Together
Together.
I love you.
Today and every day.