Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves for yet another over-rated but widely-celebrated Valentine’s Day. I am not going to bore you with the history of Saint Valentine or as to why do we celebrate this lovers’ day.
At the risk of sounding like a love-cynic, I will proceed with this posting. Yeah, may be I am tad jealous to those giggling and beaming women, carrying huge bouquet of roses with their men in tow.
Truth be told, I never received those obnoxiously expensive bouquet of roses during Valentine’s Day. Nor have I ever gazed in any man’s eyes amidst candle light dinner. I was not and still am not that lucky woman.
The only occasion I receive flowers from my boyfriend (now husband) is during the day I was called to the Malaysian Bar. Apparently, such occasion deems fit in his eyes for me to receive flowers. I digress.
Sometimes ago, I read him a Sonnet. Today, I will recite it again for him. Not because today is a Valentine’s Day, but just to relive one of our best memories a little;
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks upon tempest and is never shaken It is the star to every wand’ring bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle compass come
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
But bears it out even to the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me prov’d
I never writ, nor man ever lov’d
W. Shakespeare – Sonnet 116
Alas, it is the florists who are making a brisk, but surely profitable business today. I rest my case. All said and done, I am fortunate to having found someone like my husband. I love you too, Sayang.