Caught Up In the Festivities of Valentine's Day

In the spirit of this week's Valentine's Day festivities, my daily journal entries seemed to reflect on the concept of love. What is love? What does love feel like? How do you tell someone that you truly love them?


Journal writing on a beautiful day



Is love all about putting selfish desires behind for the well-being of someone else? Is it possible to love my best friend, my favorite stuffed animal penguin, my mother, and my boyfriend all at the same time? As Aristotle once stated, "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." With these rhetorical questions dizzying by mind, I decided to reflect on my own experiences for an answer.

To me:

Love tastes like warm cinnamon oatmeal on a winter morning.

Love looks like the sun setting over a field of flowers on a warm spring evening.

Love sounds like the purr of a kitten.

Love smells like my favorite treat baking in the oven.

My Boyfriend and I



Upon reflection on the concept of love, I created this short poem:

Yellow to Red

I sense a love that could become
A yellow flower turning red.

Reflect on evening kisses soft.
Observe the sunset ever warm
So soothing yet unlike before.

I wonder while you drive me home,
Why aren’t you more familiar, dear?