I’m yet to hear of anyone being allergic to love;
Or immune to it either;
It is an innate yearning everyone craves for;
No wonder we never tire of love songs;
Even if they all tell the same story;
Why, because no amount of love is too much for the heart to carry.
Valentine’s Day is nigh and love is in the air;
Whiles some are getting creative in showing love to those dear to them;
Others are anxiously ‘expecting’ the gifts of love on the way;
As if the 24 hours is the only time to prove and taste one’s love;
And when it passes, everything goes back to the way it was.
But love is more than the gifts, candle-lit dinners, concerts and parties.
Love is what endures the pain and betrayal the other might cause you;
Love is what stays behind when all others have walked away;
Love is what forgives the wrongs committed against you and wipes the slate clean;
Love rejoices with you without concealed envy and comforts you with no malicious intentions;
Love is not measured with how much gifts you can afford to give;
But how much of your heart is surrendered to it.
It is cute to see people ‘play sweet’ with others in their bid to show affection;
But after the red day ends, don’t forget love must be portrayed as long as you have breath;
Not only to be shown to those we think deserve it but to anyone out there;
The rude, scornful, stubborn, wicked, ingrate and everyone in between;
Because Love died a shameful death so you would dwell in glory;
Love died so you would live.
So as you show love amidst laughter and excitement;
Remember to do same when the tables turn;
Love is selfless and sacrificial;
So before you proclaim love to someone;
Make sure you mean it;
Because love is more than what Valentine proposes.
It’s a cross you have to bear daily;
To lay your comfort down when the need arrives;
It’s not a feeling with appears today and evaporates tomorrow;
It’s a commitment to stick and stay through thick and thin;
Love does not give up and walk away when it gets tough;
It stands firmly and keeps on fighting.
When the Cross meets Valentine,
Who will be left standing?
Josephine Amoako © 2016