Valentines Poems

Let’s clink a glass of wine

To your way of being beautiful

and after six years

for still being mine.

To that little girl in the photo

who you were not long ago.

Here’s to a love we know

and the days more livable

when I’m less crazy

and more reasonable

Here’s to us, babe, and our new memory

we’re about to make,

the days we’ll see,

the care we’ll take

of each other

at our new place.

Here’s to our next embace.

By Anthony Krippes

It's harder to write a love poem
as the years pass by,
Love feels distant,
a whisper I can barely hear.

I long for the fire,
the recklessness of sixteen—
when love was wild,
and I still believed.

By Janpha Thadphoothopn

I once remembered a poem by a young man,
He recited his own verses, bold and unafraid.
Back then, I was young and innocent,
And he said, "Listen to my poem."

It was simple—just four lines,
Yet now, forty years have passed.
All that remains is the last:

"Lust is on fire, the heart is burning—longing for your love."

The Four Senses of Love

Love tastes like ripe strawberries, sweet and lush.
Love sounds like a bird’s song at dawn, soft and pure.
Love smells like spring grass after the rain, fresh and new.
Love feels like warm sunshine on a chilly winter morning.