February, despite its gray, cloud-fill days, and perhaps because of its cold nights, brings thoughts and remembrances of love. Valentine’s Day plays no small part in this. As if a brazen precursor to Spring, we’re reminded of hope, and whispered promises, and love.
Poetry, through its minimal yet precise use of words, is the perfect vehicle for expressing something so intangible.
I’ve read, although can’t vouch for it first hand, that while there’s only one word for love in English, in Arabic there are over forty. Whichever language, nuances exist for this most mercurial of emotions.