Happy V-Day!!

By Cornelia

It's that day again, and for those of you who've spaced until the last minute, I offer a selection of the finest Valentine's cards available for free online (hint: right-click, save to desktop, and email to your beloved ASAP).

First, a card to each of my blogmates...

For Patty the sailor:




For Mr. Born, our newbie dude:



For Our Jacqueline, and Maisie D. too:



For Paul/Polly, and Renee:

For the Floridian Mr. Grippando--come back and hang out often, or we'll sic the Pink Nun of South Beach on you:





And now for the rest of you, an assortment of affectionate greetings, organized by recipient....

For the girl with the little red riding hood:


For Bush the Younger (with love from Karl R.):


For the polyamorous:


For the friend with a broken heart:


For the distant love:


For those who are unlucky at cards:


For the moonstruck:


For the clotheshorse:


For the utterly angelic:

For the friend whose beau is an ASS:


For the Incompleat Angler:


For the girl in need of guidance:


For the cute but snarkily perverse:


For those early-to-bed, early-to-rise types:


For the suave and debonair:



For the handyperson:


For the definite:


For the cuckold?

For the cornily risque:


For those loooooog involved:


For the sports fan:


For those with a love of the great outdoors:



For the detail-conscious:



For the musician:

For the cold-hearted:


For the traditionalist:


For the bestest pal ever (my personal favorite, from Bust Magazine):



In honor of the day, what is your favorite love poem?

Here's mine:

"One Perfect Rose"

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

--Dorothy Parker

No, I'm kidding... here's the real one (by a favorite old teacher of mine):

"I Love You Sweatheart"

A man risked his life to write the words.
A man hung upside down (an idiot friend
holding his legs?) with spray paint
to write the words on a girder fifty feet above
a highway. And his beloved,
the next morning driving to work...?
His words are not (meant to be) so unique.
Does she recognize his handwriting?
Did he hint to her at her doorstep the night before
of "something special, darling, tomorrow"?
And did he call her at work
expecting her to faint with delight
at his celebration of her, his passion, his risk?
She will know I love her now,
the world will know my love for her!
A man risked his life to write the world.
Love is like this at the bone, we hope, love
is like this, Sweatheart, all sore and dumb
and dangerous, ignited, blessed--always,
regardless, no exceptions,
always in blazing matters like these: blessed.

--Thomas Lux