Not just my favorite love poem, but one of my all-time favorite poems, full stop.
Love Is Not All
Edna St. Vincent MillayLove is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by need and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
What are your plans for Valentine’s Day? Me, I’ll be chillaxin’ with my sweetie, luxuriating in the sheer joy of not having any plans.
Thanks soooooo much for bringing it up.
I’m not doing anything 😥
Haha…sorry Evlora! Just remember, Valentine’s Day alone is generally cheaper. 😉