The legend says ST.VALETINE
Was in a prison cell
Thinking of his little flock
He had loved so well
And,wanting to assure them
Of his friendship and his love,
He picked a bunch of violets
And send them by a dove....
And on the violets'velvet leaves
He pearched these lines divine
That simply said,'I LOVE YOU'
And'I'M YOUR VALENINE'...
So through the years that followed,
From that day unto this,
Folks still send messages of love
And seal them with a kiss...
Because a SAINT in prison
Reached through prison bars one day
That FAITH and LOVE are GREATER
Than the strongest prison bar.
This shows you that real love
Can be greater that anything in the world
As long she is meaningsful and real
And excepted from both sites
Take this as an advise to every one.
Valentines day is almost here! Yay!
It is one of my favorite holidays.
I love the decorations, hearts, chocolate and all the lovey dovey stuff.
As a result I've created this page to celebrate!
Now it has come to my attention that many people out there don't like Valentines Day.
Why? Usually because they don't have someone to share it with.
Bah! Valentines Day is not just about being with a boyfriend or girlfriend.
It is about celebrating the emotion of love and celebrating
those that you love and those that love you.
Anyway, Im sure I speak for a lot of people when
I say that if you are one of those people that spends the whole day
whining about how its just a comercial holiday that serves no purpose
or how we should all feel sorry for you because you have no one to share it with,
SHUT UP! No one wants to hear it.
A. If you are whining this could show how you are in other aspects of your life
and if you whine all the time I can see why no one is hanging out with you
(I actually used to have a friend like that).
B. There are a ton of other things that you can do on Valentines Day
that don't require a boyfriend or girlfriend.
C. There are other people in the same boat as you,
you are not the first person to go through Valentine's Day alone nor will you be the last.
Anyway, enjoy the page, cause Im tearin' it down come the 15th (he he he just kidding).
The Story of Cupid
Cupid is the most famous of Valentine symbols.
He is known as a mischievous, winged child armed with bow and arrows.
He shot darts of desire into the bosoms of both gods and men causing them to fall deeply in love.
Cupid has always played a role in t he celebrations of love and lovers.
In ancient Greece he was known as Eros the young son of Aphrodite,
the goddess of love and beauty.
This is where we get our modern day words erotic and aphrodisiac.
To the Roman's he was Cupid, and his mother was Venus.
One legend tells the story of Cupid and the mortal maiden Psyche.
Venus was jealous of the beauty of Psyche,
and ordered Cupid to punish the mortal.
But instead, Cupid fell deeply in love with her.
He took her as his wife, but as a mortal she was forbidden to look at him.
Psyche was happy until her sisters convinced her to look at Cupid.
Cupid punished her by leaving and their lovely castle and gardens vanished with him.
Psyche found herself alone in an open field.
As she wandered trying to find her love,
she came upon the temple of Venus. Wishing to destroy her,
the goddess of love gave Psyche a series of tasks,
each harder and more dangerous then the last.
For her last task Psyche was given a little box and told to take it to the underworld.
She was told to get some of the beauty of Proserpine, the wife of Pluto,
and put it in the box. During her trip she was given tips
on avoiding the dangers of the realm of the dead.
She was also warned not to open the box.
Temptation overcame Psyche and she opened the box.
But instead of finding beauty, she found deadly slumber.
Cupid found her lifeless on the ground.
He gathered the deadly sleep from her body and put it back in the box.
Cupid forgave her, as did Venus.
The gods, moved by Psyche's love for Cupid, made her a goddess.
I purchased an old scrapbook
At an auction long ago,
And it holds special memories,
Of someone I didn't know.
Today I took it off the shelf,
Then slowly turned each page.
Little treasures held with tape,
As its maker began to age.
And on one page -- all by itself,
Was a faded Valentine.
A small red heart, with lace and bow,
That said, "Will You Be Mine?"
So gently I removed it,
Turned it over in my hand;
"I love you, will you marry me?"
And now, I understand.