There is no pure love, but strong love. When I was young, people used to write each other love letters and buy people they liked gifts.

And on 14 February, over 150 million Americans will send someone they love a gift or a greeting card to express how important they are. Americans will spend $17.3 billion on 14 February 2015, for Valentine’s Day. Of that money over $2 billion will be spent on flowers and another $2 billion on flowers.

Some people will even buy Valentines gifts for their pets, and it is projected that they will spend as much as $703 million on  their pets to show them how much they are loved. Men will spend an average of $230.00 on their significant other, and women will spend about $196.00 on their mates. I hope I get a gift this year, I would be happy with a box of those crunchy heart candies.

Before you go getting all pessimistic about Valentine’s Day, there is a romantic story of injustice and perseverance behind it. And with the economy being bad and so many people expressing their callous and harden hearts, please show your significant other how much you care, trust me, it will make a difference and stay on their mind forever.

The study of love is very much like that of meteorology. We know that just about so much rain will fall in a season; but on what particular day it will shower is more than we can tell.

We know that just about so much love will be shared every year, in a given World; but who will rain his or her young affections upon the heart of whom is not known except to the astrologers and fortune-tellers. And why rain falls as it does and why love is made just as it is, are equally puzzling interrogations.

When nature has made us ripe for love, it seldom occurs that the fates are behindhand in furnishing a temple for the flame. In the third century Rome, Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers, than those with wives and families, therefore, he outlawed marriage for young men.  Nature and love are busy in conjunction.

Saint Valentine, realizing , love is like an instrument like any other thing, and we must play on it with considerate gentleness, he defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages, for young lovers in secret.

The wishes of two lovers make a will. When Saint Valentine’s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered him imprisoned and put to death, for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons, where they were often beaten and tortured, and for performing marriages.

Hear, O Lord, my righteous plea; listen to my call. Giver ear to my prayer—it does not rise from deceitful lips. May my vindication come from you; may your eyes see what is right. Though you probe my heat and examine me at night, though you test me, you will find nothing; I have resolved that my mouth will not sin.

As for the deeds of men and women—by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent. My steps have held to your paths; my feet have not slipped. I call on you, O God, for you will answer me; give ear to me and hear my prayer.

Show me the wonder of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes. Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the light of your halo, from the wicked who assail me, from my mortal enemies, who surround me.

They close up their callous hearts, and their mouths speak with arrogance. They have tracked me down, they now surround me, with eyes alert, to throw me to the ground.

They are like a lion hungry for prey, like a saber tooth tiger hunkering down in cover.  Rise up, O Lord, confront them, bring them down; rescues me from the wicked by your sword.

O LORD, by your hand save me from such men and women, from the men and women of this World whose reward is in this life. You still are the hunger of those you cherish; their sons and daughters have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.

And I—in righteousness, I will see your face; when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness. It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another, each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his subject.

However, during his imprisonment, Saint Valentine healed the daughter of his sick jailer, Asterius.

And on 14 February, before his execution, Saint Valentine wrote the young lady a letter: Whatever some lovers may sometimes say, love does not always abhor a secret, as nature is said to abhor a vacuum. Love is built upon secrets, as lovely as the sunset, upon invisible and incorruptible piles of in the sea.

Love’s secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which our further shadows pass, over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations; whence all poetical, lovely thoughts are engendered, and drop into us, as though pearls should drop from rainbows.

Then Saint Valentine signed the letter, “Your Valentine.”  The love that survives has strangled craving; it lives because it lives to nourish and succor like the heavens.

There is knowledge and knowledge. Knowledge that resteth in the bare speculation of things; and knowledge that is accompanied with the grace of love and faith. We must not be inactive because we are ignorant. Our good purposes must hurry to performance, whether our knowledge be greater or less.

Early love of roguery makes rakes run away from instruction; and so they become mere smatterers in the sciences they are put to learn; and, because they will know no more, think there is no more to be known. In a civilized society, law is the chimney through which all that smoke discharges itself that used to circulate through the whole house and put everyone’s eyes out—no wonder, therefore, that the vent itself should sometimes get a little sooty.

A glorious, softly glorious, and most gracious evening, which seemed plainly a lounge to all humanity, saying: I go down in beauty to rise in joy; Love reigns throughout all Worlds that sunsets visit; it is a foolish ghost-story; there is no such thing as misery. Would Love, which is omnipotent, have misery in his domain?

Would the god of Sunlight decree gloom? It is a flawless, speckles, fleckless, beautiful World throughout; joy now, and joy forever!