A poem by Rahel Bluwstein (1890-1931) is a sweet Valentine.
“MEETING, HARDLY MEETING”
Meeting, hardly meeting, suffices:
one quick glance, fragments of obscure words,
and again waves of happiness and pain
sweep over everything and rage.
The dam of oblivion I had built in my defence
is as if it had never been.
I kneel on the shore of the roaring sea
and drink my fill.