How odd, that it is only on the second month of the year when one extends his or her gratifying love to his or her significant other in the most extravagant manner?
In no other month can you find an abundance of flowers, teddy bears, and heart paraphernalia.
In no other day, than that of St. Valentine’s, can love be so ostentatious.
How love, to some, is shown to be so obnoxious.
How love is displayed, to most, so romantic, diabolic, ecstatic, and iconic;
As love is also platonic.
Should it only be today, can we say “I love you”?
Should it only be today wherein phrases and the words are accompanied with the most beautiful of gestures?
Are the sincerest kisses to become rare, the sincerest displays of affection to become only reserved to a month which man has declared the month of love?
Has love become so scarce?
There was a phrase, a semantic satiation, that a repetition of a word soon loses it meaning and value to the speaker and the listener.
I believe this to be untrue in the very idea of love.
As when love is real,
So strong, so true,
Then “I love you”,
Shall never lose its value.
The moment I came to the world,
They held me in their arms,
They said to me “I love you”
Till today, at an age, wherein I dream up to the heights of stars.
As I grow older,
“I love you,” I would reply,
Till they are no more,
Until they touch the sky.
When I am too fall in-love,
“I love you”, I’ll say to him,
A phrase, I will never be tired of saying,
And if he is to never be tired of it,
And to never be tired of me,
Then tired, I shall never be.
Because love,
If it is strong and true,
Shall never lose its meaning and value.
It is a conclusion, so obviously drawn, that love is not to be restricted to a single month, but for everyday, as love deserves.
Photo By Gian Chung
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