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– By Eiravel, Made For The Romantics –

Love mugs, pillow hearts, and without forgetting – the little red rose.

It’s done, we are the 14th of February, which is the last day of my challengeΒ  to make Valentine’s e-cards… but first, an acrostic poem, then afterwards comes the chatting and all the blahblahs 😊

πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”

Β My Valentine (an acrostic poem)Β 

My Valentine, something vehement stirs my mind
Β  Β  Β  Arduously engorging my heart with thy
Β  Β  Β  Β Love; devouring my soul from the inside
Β  Β  Β  Β  Etching thy face on every inch of my skin.
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β Nectars dips from your lips, that
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Throbs the hum of a song of us
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β Imbued of wistful constellations, where
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Nebulous images of our loving stars
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β Elapse without time into the wild.

πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ” πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”πŸŽ”

*Note that I have decided to not link anymore to my Love-notes album. I prefer re-upload the graphics on myΒ love notesΒ page, where you will still be able to explore, share, and download the romantic graphics thatΒ I’ve made during these 36 days.

“I have somehow found my own kind of aesthetic visual”

Being a romantic kind of person, I totally loved doing these e-cards, where I have somehow found my own kind of aesthetic visual. I knew that I loved flowers, trees, and ivies, but to the point of including these into love cards revealed my true fascination for these plants.

Truth, I thought that I would be making these backgrounds with lots of pages and journals, but it was not at all the case. Like-what! It is always through the course of doing that one knows their flares.

As for my love for this celebration, it stems back from the days I used to work in a gift shop. I remember that we would be preparing love bibelots; making them more attractive to the eyes-in-love, while cutting all types and forms of wrapping-papers vividly stamped with red hearts and other love symbols (all to make these buyers crazy about love and spending) for practically three weeks. And from there in-love people would come searching for the ‘perfect’ loving gift for their significant others.

And somehow, helping these total in-love strangers to choose the perfect present for their significant other, all the while seeing so much happiness on their face stamped my mind for life with the beautiful imageries of how this day makes some people simply happy.

And though myself I was not dating at that time (I practically never had boyfriends aroundΒ  valentine’s period, and now I really wonder why this was so…πŸ€” do you think that it was for not giving me presents🀣 Well, now that I am married, I am cherishedπŸ˜œπŸ˜†), I felt the loving mood of Valentine through all these enamoured faces.

That is why I think, that I took so much pleasure writing these little love-notes… perhaps as a beautiful reminder of a joyous past, and of all these now-nebulous happy faces.

And as for you, how did valentine turned out to be? Don’t hesitate to comment down below.

By Eiravel

I live somewhere in the South West of the Island of Mauritius. I am a mother, a spouse, a great life enthusiast. I love writing fiction, poems, and blog; I love listening to music, watch movies, read good books; also, love the sublime and the strange; and I am also interested in all types and forms of art that pleases my mind. I've even self-published a science-fiction book (Darcocyte), and I aspire to make a living through my writings.

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