— Herensuge —
The dragon with
sweet, tempting breath.
February 1st
I slay dragons at night
while you sleep.
I see by the way your face
contorts how they exist in your dreams.
Willing a magic sword, I
plunge into your deepest nightmares and swing at the beasts with all my might,
dodging flames exhaled by monsters that would eat me alive to go on torturing
the fair one I love. I see your face
relax, eyes still drowsily closed, when the mighty dragon is slain.
It may be that my fingers
rub soft circles on your forehead as I imagine my brave fight as a knight
reclaiming your dreams. You smile under
the spell of my touch, and I am rewarded.
And so, my love, as I await the dawn, I stand ready to slay dragons
while you sleep.
February 2nd
It seems my heart is made
of tissue paper; I wish the world would handle it more delicately.
February 3rd
I love you for a great many
reasons and despite a great many others.
February 4th
People search the world
over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for
someone to love.
February 5th
“If you were to sacrifice even a portion of yourself
for the relationship, you would naturally fall in love with him. I guarantee it.”
February 6th
Love
is donating a chunk of your life to patch up holes in the life of another.
February 7th
The
rarest, truest beauty is visible only to the heart.
February 8th
The real beauty of a woman
is most clearly seen in the smiles of those who interact with her.
February 9th
If God were to make a
million lovely flowers in your image and plant them in a garden with you among
them, I would still know you by your scent and by the feel of your petals and
by the crazy way you lean towards my light whenever I draw near.
February 10th
“My knight may not wear a
coat of shining armor, but his code of glowing honor will never fail to protect
us both from evils far worse than any fire-breathing dragon.”
February 11th
“I love you” sounds best
spoken in quiet acts of kindness.
February 12th
Love in its essence is
unconditional. When conditions, exceptions, and ultimatums are cast into the
mix, its purity changes. It is no longer love and should be referred to by a
less-desirable name.
February 13th
Amore is love
confessed to you in haiku.
Do you love me too?
February 14th
When I ask you to be my
valentine, I’m not asking you to love me.
I’m simply asking you to accept tokens of my love for you.
February 15th
When you love someone, you
don’t care that she ate your sandwich.
You only hope she found it delicious.
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