For those of you who have lost loves, a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay:
(An antidote to all those gushy love valentine cards floating in the mail now)
"What my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain under my head till morning,
but the rain is full of ghosts tonight; that tap and sigh
upon the glass and listen for reply......
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me a little while,
that in me sings no more."