Since it's Valentine's day, I can probably get away with a poem. As usual, I have trouble taking this sort of thing seriously. Still, enjoy.
Love is not a Swiss Army Knife
They say that love can bridge an ocean’s width
But isn’t that what planes and boats are for?
That it can raise you to a mountain top
But ropes and pitons seem far more secure
It’s not some spell or special potion mix
To make you more than what you always are
Or rocket fuel to take you speeding out
Into the orbit of the nearest stars
But why should love be any of those things
Be some magic blend of showy stuff
If you can look into your lover’s eyes
And see you’re loved, that is, surely, enough.