whatever. You know what I mean. But it's also about the martyrdom of Saint Valentine.
How he was imprisoned by Rome and while incarcerated a little blind girl smelled some violets, picked them and handed them to him through the cell bars. (How she did that whilst blind as a proverbial bat we'll never know).
He was so touched, he used the petals to make ink, and the stems to write with, (on what? don't ask, how should I know) to give her the very first Valentine's message. But, since she could not see, she could not read it. So, supposedly, when she brought him more violets, he concocted some violet potion in his cell. (Oh? do tell, how? Don't ask....).
She bathed her eyes and 'Praise the Lord and Hallelujah' it healed the glaucoma or whatever bacterial crud was in her eyes, and getting on with the story, she could see!
Saint Valentine of course got offed, probably for door to door bible sales. Typical eh?
Chaucer noted that the birds all seemed to mate on or around Valentines Day for their birdie nests in the spring.
So there is a bit more to it than mere chocolates, silly heart-shaped tinfoil balloons, cute stuffed teddy-bears and Hallmark greeting cards. It's about the lengthening of days (and boy bits) and increased sunlight after winter. It's ancient and instinctual (is that actually a word?)
I say go for it, let the mating season get underway. Just ignore the pricey merchandising, it's overrated anyway.
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