The world is celebrating the Valentine’s Day today. While youngsters have already zeroed in their plans, here is how you can give your day a perfect start. This is one day where you can put in extra efforts to tell your partners how special they are for you.

When you have found the one that is extra special, at times it may be difficult to find words to describe the feeling that flutters in your heart. You feel exhilarated to be around your loved one, and sometimes you get worried whether it will lead to heartbreak; you may even feel anxious about what they will say if you let your nervousness apparent.

But sometimes all it takes is a tiny bit of effort to let your significant other know what you truly feel. And what better opportunity than Valentine’s Day to do it? All you need to do is find the perfect words to go with your gifts.

Buy a special gift for your Valentine and make sure it is perfect by getting to know him/her better through their family and friends. Dig into your memory bank to remember if he/she has wishfully thought of something but did not buy it to save money or postponed it for another time.

It could be anything from jewellery to a branded designer watch. It could be a strappy dress that she has been shy to try or an expensive car accessory. It could be a wallet or a bag, or even a trip to a romantic location. But however big or small the gift is, do add a greeting card and a message to it.

You could personalise the greeting card with some memorable words that mean something to your relationship. These messages have evolved over the years. Nowadays, people often try to find new and different ways of expressing their love to the special someone. Write these short greetings in your own hand along with the gift you give to your beloved.hug-day-dreamstime-image-for-inuth

  1. Words can never express how much you mean to me.
    You have always fulfilled all the promises you made,
    all the hopes and aspirations I have ever had.
    May we keep falling in love over and over in all our lifetime.
  2. ‘You and I’
    We are the best team
    and together we can beat anyone
    no matter what the game.
    I love you.
  3. We have seen so many storms together.
    We have shared moments of laughter and tears, success and failures.
    Together, we are one strong team, we are unbeatable.
  4. Some things may be better left unsaid.
    But telling you how much you mean to me is not one of them.
    I want to continue telling you for eternity how much I love you.
    Happy Valentine’s day, my love!
  5. My heart explodes with all the love I have for you.
    Sometimes I feel like shouting from rooftops about the love I have for you.
    I want to tell everyone how amazing and loving you are. How sublime our relationship is.
    But then I realise that you would probably be embarrassed.
    Therefore I decided to pen this down.
    I really really love you.

Many great poets have penned words that fit into your love story perfectly. We have compiled some of the most romantic words written by the greatest poets and writers in the history for your loved one. Take inspiration from these beautiful poems when you are planning a special day for that extra special person of your life.hug-day-dreamstime-image-for-inuth

Ice and Fire

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

—Edmund Spenser

In my sky at twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

—Pablo Neruda

Romance

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.

—Robert Louis Stevenson

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

 

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

—George Gordon Byron

I Love You

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

—Sara Teasdale