! I can’t help it... No matter how I feel inside I just love this day... It’s a celebration of love and I think the whole reason of us being alive is “to love and be loved!” Not that I just made that sentence I mean I totally agree with that! And it just breaks my heart when I see people who not only do not believe in this day (trust me I’ve seen a lot!!!) but also they make fun of it!!! And I’m just writing to let them know it is not a “freaking heart-shaped nightmare!!!” And calling me “weirdo” or thinking by “beating the crap out that weirdo” they actually cannot prevent falling in love!!! And people who admire this day are for sure not some “loved-craze losers”!!!!!!!
Come on look at it... How can one don’t just adore this day??!!
When you go out, everywhere is just so RED, sexy and “hearty”!!!!
Candy hearts here, balloon hearts there... Pink and red hearts everywhere... Just Beautiful!
I’m pretty sure if Mr. Valentine was still alive he would have been impressed by all the decorations and effort that people (I mean normal happy people) put on this day!
Anyways I just wrote this to thank him... Actually not him, the genius behind it who used Valentine’s death as an excuse to have a day like today!
Cheers to whoever he/she was! ;)
Sincerely,
امروز روز بیست و پنجم دلو برابر به چهاردهم فبروری روز ولنتاین یا به عباره روز عشاق.
این روز بسیار زیبا را به همه آنهاییکه در قلب شان یک عشق دارند تبریک میگویم و امیدوارم که همگی همیشه با عشق زندگی کنید.
... ولنتاین مبارک ...
شما نيز فرصت را از دست ندهيد و اگر كسي را دوست داريد فقط يك جمله بگوييد:
Be my Valentine:
Valentine's for lovers and for friends.
All my love goes out to you this day!
Love is something different from desire:
Even, silent, peaceful as the sky.
Nor is love interested in means or ends.
There are no selfish needs that it must weigh.
Instead, love's plenitude itself inspires,
Needs neither cause nor reason why.
Each day my thoughts enchanted with you.
Before I knew you, I had always loved you,
Before I knew you, I had always loved you,
Even as I dreamed of whom I'd love.
My inner picture was a portrait of you.
Years before your heart, my heart would move.
Vistas of enchantment are, but rarely
As we find them in reality.
Love with you is what I dreamed, but really,
Eden as no dream could ever be.
Nor is this the magic of the moment,
The proper costume for the holiday.
In words like these one finds the winnowed ferment,
Not of the desire, but of the way,
Else lost amid the longings of the day.
I love you my heart (LOVE)











