before going into the details of this message, may i say that this text is exclusively written for you. Yes. There is nobody more deserving of my attention in the small hours of the feast of valentine than you are.
Why? Well, for a fact, the why is as much a difficult a question for me to answer as it is for you. I have little idea why it has to be you. I just know you are beautiful. I know your star outshines a thousand stars put together. I know you have magic in your smiles, wonders in your eyes; beauty in your walk; love in your heart; and a crown on your head. in spite of all of these, the "why" still remains a a big ask.
So I take a voyage to the deepest recesses of my soul, I search my heart. I find the answer. Only that the answer still begs the question. Why? The answer is embedded in the question -- The two are inseparable.
I imagine myself walk down a garden full of
ornamental flowers: roses, daffodils, tulips, etc. The mixed aroma gives me a joy. But then when I think about it again. so that I could be able to tell what these flowers smell like, I become helpless. One of the things that make every flower unique is the ineluctable smell that describes it. My imagination takes me thus far. I can tell how I feel about the scented savour of a rose but I can't describe how it smells.
A Rose is a rose. The smell, the pinky red color and every attributes are what contribute to its uniqueness. But the aromatic smell it gives off, though can never be mistaken for any other flower, is impossible to describe without talking about roses. The only perfect description of a rose is a rose. If I am talking about roses, I have to just say "roses". If anyone hasn't seen or smelled roses before, that fact would be lost on them. You are a rose, your attributes speaks for you.
Every so often, I fall into the trap of having to describe you by you. Because you are peerless, you have no equals. You are living in a magical world of your own. But then, I realize that for communication and understanding sake I have to put that magic into words. I have to use the best metaphors. I have to describe you with similes. And I have to personify wonders in your image. I am beginning to realize that feelings, no matter how great they are, must find expression in words and actions. So I crafted all the sweet words, and write lyrics to ballads. Hoping that one day, I can be able to describe what roses smell like without talking about roses. Hoping that I can talk about you without using you as my frame of reference. What better day to do that than on this day
Today is St. Valentine's day. A festival of love, even when the opposite person hates, you still keep a lot of love in your heart, and pour out from the unending flow. They might not appreciate it now, but they will thank you in the future for being a soldier of love.
On this day, I celebrate you. I celebrate all the
"whys" that gravitate me towards you.
Happy Valentine
Sincerely