The Legend of the Valentine
The legend says St. Valentine
Was in a prison cell ...
Thinking of his little flock
He had always loved so well.
And wanting to assure them
Of his friendship and his love ...
He picked a bunch of violets
And sent them by a dove.
And on the violets' leaves
He pierced these lines divine ...
That simply said, "I Love You,"
And "I'm your Valentine!"
So through the years that followed
From that day unto this ...
Folks still send messages of love
And seal them with a kiss.
Because a Saint in prison
Reached through prison bars one day,
And picked a bunch of violets
And sent them out to say ...
That faith and love can triumph
No matter where you are
For faith and love are greater
Than the strongest prison bar.
~ Helen Steiner Rice ~
A day for hearts and flowers,
The time to say you care;
A chance to tell your loved ones ...
You're glad that they are there.
But I wonder why we wait
Until this certain day,
To do those *special* things
And say those things we say?
Why not tell mate or lover
Each day the whole year through,
"Valentine, I'm glad you're mine,
And I surely do love you."
Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous;
Love is never boastful or conceited;
it is never rude or selfish;
it does not take offense, and it is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth;
it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
Love does not come to an end.
�- 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8
Love is not something you say....
It is something you do.
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