Within the heart of man there lies the ability to love
Not always in an erotic sense, Where passion burns and desires run wild
waiting to be tamed by gentle caress and kisses without abandon
But in a myriad of emotions which can bring one's soul to its knees
The power of nature at its best, a raging storm of happiness
A baby's small hand grasping the finger of a new mother
An overwhelming sense of pride in the son's first letter from boot camp
Graduation tears, band concerts, loss of the first tooth and wanting to keep that perfect little pearl forever
It's watching your child assist an elderly person cross the street, and knowing in your heart that he or she is made up of more than pink hair, tattoos and a strange fashion statement
The heart of love is never ending but goes on and on
From one generation to another, world without end
A growing valentine, an occupation of the soul that no one can explain
Beyond description, beyond measurement or scope of time
A love that brings hope springing eternal as if a bulb bursting forth
in vibrant resurrection after the frigid grip of Winter's bonds
The heart of love is that center of meaning, that warmth and stick-to-a-tive-ness that makes a marriage last for a lifetime
that binds friends together spanning oceans, mountains, and even continents with an inexplicable joy and care for the successes and well being of another
It's that kind of love that keeps the world going, seeking greater good,
more than just self gratification...
The heart of love is the heart that dares to be spiritual, dares to give credence to a God that is love, that taught us how to love and obey, that taught us forgiveness, and rewards us for those attributes
It's those all-encompassing virtues and attitudes which turns the heart of love into the true and everlasting soul
The real Valentine
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