Oh, Valentine, a day so bright,
Where hearts take wing in love’s sweet light.
The air is laced with joy and cheer,
A whispered promise, warm and near.

Red, white, and pink roses bloom with silent speech,
Their petals soft, their fragrance sweet.
A token sent, a love confessed,
A beating heart, a soul caressed.

But love, dear love, is more than this,
More than a fleeting, blushing kiss.
It lives beyond this cherished day,
In simple acts, in words we say.

It lingers in a knowing glance,
In steady hands, in fate’s slow dance.
In laughter shared, in sorrows eased,
In whispered hopes, in moments seized.

Not only when the moonlight glows,
Or when the February wind soft blows,
But in the quiet, mundane hours,
In storms endured, in wilted flowers.

For love is not just hearts and lace,
Not only passion’s brief embrace.
It’s patience, trust, a steadfast vow,
A love that deepens—then and now.

So while this day may shine so true,
Love’s light must last the whole year through.
For Valentine’s is but a part
Of love that dwells in every heart.