a litany of ruminations

XX : musing of a poet on the meaning of love (2-14-16)

A/N: do i care if this is a day late? no, not in the slightest.

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love

noun

1. an intense feeling of deep affection.

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she keeps forgetting that it is the fourteenth of February

(she likes the way the alliteration rolls off of her tongue but

then again

writers and poets are strange  that way)

(Valentine's Day)

but perhaps that's because she's never known love

in its deepest sense

(the Greek said there were three main types of love:

eros

phileo

agape

yes, eros

(Έρως)

is the love celebrated

on this day,

(a period of twenty-four hours as a unit of time, reckoned from one midnight to the next, corresponding to a rotation of the earth on its axis.)

(meaning:

'desire'

'intimate love')

in that sense (anyway)

too young

to know

the

//meaning//

of true

l o v e

(she likes the way the strawberry candy melts in her mouth, succulent, sugary flavor, a pastel roseate pink)

it's said that the day in which love is celebrated, is named after a martyr---Saint Valentine---perhaps a priest---gave his life for the sake of love.

and oh, the things we do for the sake of love...

'Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.'

- Joan Crawford.