Say "I Love you" in different languages

Chinese: Wo ai ni
Danish: Jeg elsker dig
Dutch: Ik hou van jou
English: I Love You
Esperanto: Mi amas vin
French: Je t'aime
German: Ich liebe Dich
Indonesian: Saya cinta kamu
Italian: Ti amo
Japanese: Aishite imasu
Latin: Te amo
Polish: Kocham cie
Romanian: Te iu besc
Russian: Ya vas liubliu
Spanish: Te amo
Swedish: Jag alskar dig
Turkish: Seni seviyorum

Priest Valentine relates his story

Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn't like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn't the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.
Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up . This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous ! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!
Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.
One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.
I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.
One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up . She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."
I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love, and they laugh -- because they know that love can't be beaten!

a little dream

Dreams keep running through my mindReflecting memories of long ago.
Made in a land of fairy tales,A place my heart longs for so.Cut off from the rest of the worldWith streams, and meadows to roam,Viewed from a little girl's eyes,A place that would always be homA place where berries grew wildWhere rabbits and squirrels were seenWhere a racoon could be a friendAnd deer played down by the stream.A world where imagination made all come trueAnd a little girl could be a queenWhere daydreams were spun like cobwebsBut a world where everything wasn't what it seemed.For every little girl has to grow upAnd daydreams shatter in your hand,You find the home you thought was your owIs nothing but a simple piece of land.The flowers don't seem to bloom so bright,And fairy tales no longer come true,For it is seen now through grownup eyes,No longer the world that you knew.But still...Somewhere in the back of my mindThat place will always remaiFrom all those memories long agoTo beckon me back time and again.

His Present Peace

A peace the world does not afford, is granted to us by The Lord, Peace which one cannot explain, given in the power of His Name, The Lord and Savior from above, provides this peace I speak of, An abundant peace to all of us, who in Christ, have put their trust.The peace afforded all by Grace, sustains us in the darkest place, Even through the darkest night, peace from God becomes a light.And in the light of God’s Word, His Peace to us isn’t just inferred, God’s Peace to us is guaranteed, for Christ Himself, has decreed.God’s Peace, is offered to all of us, from the lips of Christ Jesus, While in this world of tribulation, we have peace through Salvation, When our trials, by men are ignored, we draw hope from The Lord, Who, while darkness does increase, with His Light gives us peace.Earthly things are often priced, but, not the Peace of Jesus Christ, As its true worth is immeasurable, all provided by The Father’s will, Provided by Him, absolutely free, to all believers, like you and me, Transcending all we understand, while guided by our Father’s hand.Christ’s Peace isn’t of this world; this is the victory we must herald, For with His Peace there is hope, and His strength to help us cope, When our trials seem not so right, to point all men to Christ’s Light, As we live in the world’s uncertainty, with hearts at home in Eternity.

his/hers

The beauty is;
that you are with me,
Plus it is deeper than the deepest sea.
But that of which,
your beauty cannot begin to explain: Is the devil which gives me/your pain.
That it burns like the burning rain.
And as I look at you,
I will know why you are, Beauty itself,
as if the beauty - is as is - costly - one individual.
The beauty is always a curse which,
flutters it's wings in the air.
And fragrant at each end,
is the straw with which her/his it comes rigorouslyindependently and like a bolt of lighting,
puts a cold in those heartsthen freezes his/hers it occupies for eternity and for all but one hour it burns as beauty teaches it,
how it yearns.