Cherubs. Soft petals. Gooey chocolates. Sweet nothings. It’s all good.
But here’s a Valentine’s shout-out to the ferocity of love, which, quite frankly, is very often much better than good. It’s what slays dragons of fear, and carries the wounded off the battlefield. It holds despair in a powerful unflinching gaze until it crawls away defeated. Love does chin ups and push ups and asks, “You want a piece of me?”
Herbert’s poems have been characterized by a deep religious devotion, linguistic precision, metrical agility, and ingenious use of conceit. Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote of Herbert’s diction that “Nothing can be more pure, manly, or unaffected.” — Poets.org
If we are smart, we’ll say yes, we do want a piece of that. Happy love day, friends. Be it romantic, platonic, erotic, familial or agape, make it fierce.