#happyvalentinesday
A thunderbolt of kisses...
Let's rush with emotions...
It madness...
And to hurl them...
Within us...
Until we explode...
Together...
A volcano of love...
By the act of...
The imagination of kisses...
So,...
We live in it...
For a lifetime...
With a flame of the soul...
That will never be extinguished...
No matter how long time it last...
Yes, my love...
Let's melt together...
In the fire of longing...
Without ashes...
On the mouth of a volcano...
Its foundation...
Without the mind's thought...
Just...
By love has its madness...
To cross together...
The seas of moments...
Creating from every moment...
Years...
So we remain together...
In the embrace of lips...
So we live...
With every kiss...
As thunderbolt...
That...
Surpassing...
The thunderbolt of the sky...
Sweetheart...
So let's begin now...
Our Valentine's Day...
With the most magnificent volcano...
Happy Valentine's Day...
Good morning...
Hazem al...
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
(10w x 4)
<3 <3 <3
Why do lovers
find coherence
in whispered
silly sweet nothings,
even just
the warm breath
of the one
who whispers,
every "ha?" and "hmm?
uttered
means the universe
to both...
there is more than
coherence
when gazes meet
and lock...
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sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
I didn’t know who I was looking at—
Not at first glance.
I thought maybe you were just another soul
I’d cross paths with,
Someone I’d walk this Earth beside,
But not with.
Never in my wildest dreams
Did I imagine wanting to walk this Earth with you.
Maybe it was your hazel eyes—
Glowing like warm amber veins
Spread across a leather canvas,
Glints of green dancing around your irises
Like sunlight flickering through the forest.
Maybe it was the way your hand felt in mine—
The weight of it,
Not heavy in burden,
But in depth.
A weight that whispered of both love
And long-held sorrow.
When we first met,
I didn’t know who I was dealing with.
I was dealing with a thief—
An unapologetic one.
Because when your lips first met mine,
Something inside me shifted.
Something twisted… came untwined.
A knot I thought would never loosen
Was finally pulled free.
And for the first time in a long time,
I felt love again.
You stole my heart—
Effortlessly,
Unintentionally, perhaps…
But completely.
You became the center of my gravity.
You pulled every bit of focus from within me
And held it like it belonged to you—
Maybe it always did.
Now, all I want
Is to give you everything you’ve been missing:
Love.
Affection.
Gratitude.
Attention.
Appreciation.
Respect.
And the quiet safety of being seen.
Fully.
Honestly.
Tenderly.
You, the thief who stole my heart...
Can keep it.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
My decision to stay alone this time is mine
Its better off being alone this time
Last year someone broke my heart
And ditched me at the very start
I can still feel that pain in my heart
Its better to be alone and cry alone
It's better to wait for someone good
And I know that I will find a partner for me
By next year and 'Touchwood'
For, its better to be alone I know
Nothing is there to really show,
Happy Valentine's Day to all!
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
Red.
Red is a fading sunset on the horizon.
It’s a burst of flame;
A spray of the fire leaping towards us.
It’s the heat of the warm afternoon.
It’s the face of an angry teacher.
It can also be an embarrassed pupil.
It’s a flickering flame of a tiny candle.
It’s the spark able to spread the wildfire of love.
Red is the color of heat.
It’s full of passion.
It’s bold.
Red won’t tolerate injustice.
It’s hard and unfortunately stubborn.
Red will never give in.
Even when it needs to.
Red has the brawn of an ox,
The skill of a pride of lions,
And even the diligence of a colony of fire ants.
It does not back down or grow weary.
Red stands his ground firmly.
It’s charming and romantic.
Red is like a harvest of fresh raspberries:
Satisfyingly and deliciously juicy.
Red is optimistic.
Red is the color of a rising dawn that glides across the morning sky and through the misty white clouds.
It’s the hot July sun, beating down on your entire body, and filling you with warmth.
It’s the thorn that gets to ***** your fingers when you choose to hold it.
But it’s also a precious rose, that will always smell sweeter and sweeter than before.
Red, by any other name, would still remain red.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
I was given a single rose
For some special occasion
A day of hearts and jubilation
It does not say who it is from alas
But that means someone must love me
For who I am!
Thank you to my admirer
For loving me
And if I knew you I am
Sure you would say the same!
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
There isn't a dollar amount
that can be placed on what we value most.
There isn't a store that can stock this particular package.
The inventory doesn't come close.
The smiles and memories we add to heart shaped trinkets.
The ones that crazily throb with each thought we keep of each other.
The dollar amount is insurmountable to the way I see you.
The traditional box of chocolates don't come close.
Your kiss sweeter than Hershey's & Reese's combined.
It is virtually impossible to prove worth with these store brought items.
The items we value most.
The items the store can't put a price on.
Cash back rewards are meaningless when each kiss adds further value
to the heart shaped trinkets that beat erratically when we think of each other.
There isn't a dollar amount
that can be placed on what we value most.
Your heart being the most valuable
Happy Valentines Day
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
Vagabond of the heart
Always wandering, searching for
Love. Bless the heart of the
Exuberant lover whom thought.
No love to find here, nomad, no love.
To where you go, oh vagabond?
In the years I've known you, you've
Never found love.
Even then, you're still searching, old and weary.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
The first time your name kissed my lips
I knew this was it
I didn't know if you were just charming
Or if something about you was magic
But you stole my heart from the beginning
And I don't think I'll ever need it back
I have faith that you'll keep it safe
Constantly keeping me on track
Sometimes I wonder if you realize who you are
I've watched you grow, up close and from afar
Seen the subtle changes and what you've gone through
I can't take the pain away but I'm always here for you
That may sound a little cliche
But I don't care
A love like ours can't be faked
The first time I heard my name on your tongue
I knew the beginning of my life had just begun
I'm not sure if you knew it then
But you were my world, always have been
From the first moment your poetry spoke to my soul
I knew that without you I could never be whole
Sometimes I truly wonder if you realize who you are
To me? You're my best friend, my lover and my shining star
I would never change that for the world
And I hope I can forever be your baby girl
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
******* to her gums,
She was a super star,
Embarked on her legacy,
Including fancy cars,
That she always got in a wreak with,
When she didn't like it,
We don't know why,
There ain't no question,
If its a chance she'll take it,
Caviar taste badder than it should,
Scrunched up *******
Make you get a hard wood,
But whatever,
Its pass September,
So take off that **** mask,
From your tough exterior,
You ain't no lady,
You are an emotic goddess,
Appreciated,
And led by many,
Miss mandy.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Love me like no distance
can ever tear us apart,
Love me like the moon,
shines for the stars.
Love me like there is
no tomorrow,
Love me forever and I will
grow old with you.
Love me like the night,
dies every morning to breathe,
Love me like you can never
love someone else.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC