To my Valentine

To my Valentine, with all my love,
A Valentine is nothing like,
A chocolate or a rose.
For in a week these shall be gone,
But Valentines remain.
If love were always sweet to tongue,
Or fragrant to the nose,
Each day would be like Valentine's,
And we would go insane.
A Valentine just hangs around,
Waiting to be kissed,
Long after special days have passed,
And every days are here.
So one is wise to choose one well,
And chocolates to resist.
For in the midst of mania,
It's nice to have one near.
You are my heart, my hope, my help,
The passion that is me,
The whole of which I am a part,
My peace, my ecstasy.
You are my future, present, past,
My ship, my sail, my ocean,
The wind that brings me home again,
The home for every motion.
You live within me, yet I am
Without you all alone.
With you I am full of light;
Without you I am stone.
Is this foolish? Yes, perhaps,
But also it is true.
I think of life as something I
Can spend with only you.
Ah, my love! Love longs for such
Sweet celebrants as this!
Love is a burden and a joy,
Slavery and bliss.
This day of love come love with me,
Come sing with me my song.
Come be my Valentine, and I
Will love you my life long, my love,
Will love you my life long.
Happy Valentine, my love!
All my love is yours.