A lot of men don’t do cards. Sure, there’s the hassle of actually going to a card store and reading through 25 of them until you find both a design and an inside sentiment that gets the job done. But more so, it just feels…unnecessary. Like an add-on – a read, a smile, a thank you – all just a delay until the real show begins by opening the present.
But these men have it wrong, though through no fault of there own. You can’t compare the cards you received from extended family for birthdays and holidays when you were 12 to the ones you should be giving to the love of your life. The first set of cards are a kind notion, a mere Wall post in an age before Facebook. The latter, should be a poetic gesture of your love that outshines any gift opening that follows it.
The problem is, being able to formally get your love, thoughts, and emotions down into a succinct paragraph that fits on a 5×7 Hallmark card is nearly an impossible task.
Great poets have an incredible gift – the ability to take a condensed amount of words and evoke an overspill of passion and emotion.
Featured below are five romantic passages you can use as a powerful introduction or closing in your Valentine’s Day card. Which one you pick depends on both of your personalities and the nature of your relationship, but whichever one you choose will surely help share your adoration with your partner.
May an abundance of love and happy tears come your way,
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep.
And there are no words for that.
-Brian Andreas, Story People
“This morning, with her, having coffee.” – Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
You want my opinion? We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness–and call it love–true love.”
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
-Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.