VALENTINE’S DAY is coming. Saturday. I’ve already sent a box of chocolates to Mom, signing it for Dad, who died in 2001. He always gave her a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
My brothers and I kept up that tradition for Dad by sending Mom chocolates and flowers in Dad’s name.
I told a florist why I was signing the card “Sweetie,” since that’s not normally what a Mom calls her grown son.
The florist got a little choked up.
I guess anyone missing their dad might react like that.
Mom’s one thing. My wife’s another.
With my wife, this Valentine’s Day thing is a two-way street with lips that should be headed on a collision course.
I don’t mean to kiss. Necessarily. At least not right away.
The lips talk first. They say nice things to each other.
The Bible showcases a book of love talk. Here’s a sampling. If you’ve got the nerve, grab your lover and take turns reading to each other this paraphrase from the Song of Songs.
Darling, you are beautiful. Your eyes are as bright as a morning dove. (1:15)
Lover, I like what I hear. And I love what I see. (1:16)
Let me look at your face. Your lovely face. And let me hear your voice. Your sweet voice. (2:14)
You belong to me, my love. I belong to you. (2:16)
Your lips brush upon me like silk, smooth, beautiful, and welcoming. (3:3)
Your love is better than wine. More delicious. More intoxicating. (3:10)
You are my own personal vineyard, a garden of delight. (3:12)
This garden is open for business. Lover, have I got some fruit for you. (3:16)
Turn those gorgeous eyes of yours away. When you look at me like that, I get too excited. (6:5)
Relax lover. I belong to you. (6:10)
Keep me close.
Like a necklace always near your heart.
Like a ring always near your touch. (8:6)
Song of Songs, Steve’s Bible Translation