February 1: No Valentine?

It was supposed to be easy to find a few poems, written and filed though the years, celebrating love. Most writers have bulging files of material stored away. A time-consuming rereading and search proved the first line of one attempt to be true: "Great quantities of trivia are written..." Bring on the shredder! Let the greeting card companies say it best.

Of many failed poems in the folders, one small poem written after an exhilarating experience still speaks of what it is like to fall in love.

Marguerite Louise wrote

When we walk we float
over curbs, skirt open manholes,
teeter on brinks, oblivious:
nothing exists but us.

Through some phenomenon of mind
other people fade, become transparent,
disappear.

And yet I see you clearly
and I know that you see me.