Okey-dokey! Here's a drippingly romantic poem from 'Songs from the Portuguese' by Elizabeth Barrett Browning!
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write:
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its "Oh, list,"
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, "My love, my own."
I've been having a lovely day.... out to lunch with my guy, coffee and macarons and money to spend on my garden have come my way and, then, to top it all off.... I got a new Kitchenaid salad spinner! (I know.... it's really wonderful, isn't it?! =D) Life is almost just perfect. The late winter sun is slanting through the windows with a warm glow and we're going to go open the package from Nana and eat some chocolate. Then, life will be absolutely complete!
Happy Valentine's Day to you all, too!!! =]