tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Forget funny roses-are-red poems!

Pain sings its sad melody, but in its echo, I find poetry. For the love that leaves a scar where the echo of goodbye resonates endlessly. But from tears, a heartbeat is born, a new pulse that ...

In one of the most famous love poems of all time ... full of flavour but not without tears. Maybe not for a first date though. Valentine's Day isn't the only romantic holiday.