I'm no material girl, but flowers get a romantic valentines day moving and grooving in the right vibe.
Breakfast in bed and whole lotta lovin', that's my romantic valentine. You can keep the social-media-flaunted crud; anything really worth having on valentines remains very strictly private.
Romance my valentine, cannot be satiated in through the money-nexus world, and so show me instead what our love is to you. Is it worth defending? Am I worth any amount of trouble? Because you are. You are worth entering the pits of hell to retrieve. You are worth the costs I take upon my own soul. I'm not into hallmark cards or candied hearts, because I've seen how that kind of love isn't love at all. So show me all this was real. Show me.
A romantic valentines is when we cocoon together in our private space, when we are to one another as vulnerable as a person can be. It is not in the travelling, nor gifts of material arts, yet in the reimagining of the everyday sunrisen starts.
Let your soul speak to my own in words that radiate from your heart to your finger tips. Tell me in your poetry of our love. For there can never be a valentines more romantic that that soul-bonding bliss and there is not a trinket in the world that can be so elevated as your ink upon a petal adorned page.
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