O, Where Is Love? by James A. Tweedie O, where is love? You’ll find it in the pain _That binds a mother to her newborn child; _In bitter-broken friendships reconciled; _And in the kiss of lovers in the rain; In being kind and offering a smile _To hardened hearts too cynical to care; _In making right something that was unfair _And taking time to go the extra mile. O, where is love? A Golden Rule? A creed? _It’s close at hand and isn’t hard to find. _It’s in our heart, our soul, our strength, and mind, _A counterpoint to selfishness and greed. To love your neighbor is not hard to do; Just do what you would have them do to you. Love that Lasts by James A. Tweedie The flame-impassioned kiln of lust burns hot; _Incendiary fireworks of heart _And thigh; an all-embracing juggernaut _Of lovers self-consumed by Eros’ dart. Fair reason and good common-sense are slain _In darkness; frequent deep regrets at dawn _When cooling ashes are all that remain _Of faux-felt, fickle love, now dead and gone. Such love, when not rekindled, fades away, _Temporal and ephemeral at best. _But love which puts the other first each day _Will burn the brightest and outlast the rest. True love is not based solely on the thrill, But reaffirmed each day by force of will. Aspects of Love (let me count the ways) by Susan Jarvis Bryant Some say love resides in the reddest of roses and fizz in two flutes of Champagne; on a knee by the sea where a honey proposes and in the refrain of the rain. Some say love’s pizzazz lives in dazzling diamonds and tulle-and-lace trips down the aisle; in the blaze of amazing, sun-gazing horizons that light dismal days with a smile. Some say that love blossoms in silken seduction of chic, barely-there underwear, ‘neath the stare of the stars and the moon-dappled jasmine that perfumes the warm midnight air. Some say that love nestles in chocolates and flowers that celebrate marital ties, with the lift that a gift brings to mark all those hours that sparkle in each other’s eyes. Some say that love dwells in the loneliest places and catches scarred hearts unaware; and erases all sorrows with glorious graces, embracing the broken with care. Some say that the bliss of sweet kisses and laughter exists in things money can’t buy. Some say a Ferrari buys love ever after for a flush-with-cash, flash kinda guy. I say that love’s blind and a cute Casanova may hide a snide toad beneath charm. If he’s haughty and warty get rid of that rover before your heart heads towards harm. I say that love’s deaf to a smarmy Lothario whose schmoozing leads damsels astray; and it’s dumb when it comes to a rollicking Romeo with a wink and a wilting bouquet… so, beware this St. Valentine’s Day!