Even though the miles may separate you, you can still have a great Valentine’s Day.  Click on the link below for an article on celebrating Valentine’s Day, long-distance style:

Article: Celebrating Valentine’s Day Across the Miles

How can you make your long distance relationship great? Click on this article for some excellent  ideas:

Article: Making A Long-Distance Relationship Work

Here’s a link to an article about celebrating Valentine’s Day across the miles. The readers of this article contributed many romantic and unique gift ideas that are perfect for celebrating Valentine’s Day, or any day, with your special someone.

Article: Romantic & Unique Gifts (for your long-distance sweetheart)

from Romeo & Juliet

Parting is such sweet sorrow,

That I say good night til it be morrow

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For so the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times,

A messenger from radiant climes,

And smile on thy new world, and be

As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam’st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth,

And part my hair, and kiss my brow,

And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For so the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me prov’d,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

from Sonnets from the Portuguese

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)