So this week we had the pleasure of reading Elizabeth Browning's "Say over agin, and yet once over again..." I surely hope Browning wasn't as ignorant as the speaker of the poem.
The poem embodies everything I hate about Valentine's Day (except that whole massacre thing). It sounds like a Hallmark card. It probably is one.
Sure, hearing "I love you" is nice. But this phrase is so overused it has lost all meaning. Think walking down the hall and saying "how are you?" to someone. You don't actually expect their response. Or watching a Tarantino film-the language (albeit not "I love you"-except for the Honey Bunny/Pumpkin scene in Pulp Fiction) eventually fades into the background.
The poem ends with the speaker saying that saying "I love you" is not enough. You also have to love them with your soul. Awesome. If only this were possible to express. The last line is the major flaw of the poem. It implies an extreme trust between the two individuals. Except that one of them needs to hear that they are loved all the freakin' time!
The speaker should have focused on the expression of love. How one can prove that they love someone else. Words mean nothing, but a candlelit dinner in France could mean more.
And now I have undermined my entire point. You can't buy love(thanks Lennon/McCartney), but it is an action that somehow shows how much you care. See also: candy hearts.
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