If you’re looking for a Valentine’s gift still, here’s a cute one. Instead of the usual boring plasma ball, you could pick up this one that’s shaped like a heart. Then you could give her a card with some cheesy bit about an electrifying connection. Nothing says Valentine’s Day like things so sweet they could make even the sappiest girl a bit nauseous. Despite all the potential things that could be said along with this gift, it would still make for a great geeky gift. How can you resist it when it combines love and geekery so well?

Valentines can do the math:
More than one is none.
Intimacy is intimate,
Else one must be alone.
One can be a Valentine
Only if one will
Take one for oneself, and then
Let the heart be still.

Valentines are all in one:
Parent, child, friend,
Pet and plaything, counselor,
Nurse, guide, journey’s end.

Valentines are never perfect,
Though they patient prove.
What one can expect of them
Depends upon one's love.

Valentines are people who
Are willing to be flowers,
Letting us enjoy their beauty
Even if for hours.
No Valentine hides from the sun,
Though sometimes lost in light.
If you love them, they just open,
Not unhappy to be woken
Even in the night.

Valentine's for mothers, too --
A time to celebrate
Love in all its symphony,
Each gift of fertile fate.
No pasture is more rich in grass;
The sea is not so full;
In heaven all the stars are not
Near so plentiful,
Each mother's heart to fill.

Valentine's for lovers and for friends.
All my love goes out to you this day!
Love is something different from desire:
Even, silent, peaceful as the sky.
Nor is love interested in means or ends.
There are no selfish needs that it must weigh.
Instead, love's plenitude itself inspires,
Needing neither cause nor reason why.
Each day my thoughts enchanted with you lie.

Valentine's Day
Is a wonderful way
To make "I love you"
Easy to say.

Valentine's a day to say, "I love you,"
A ritual that stages something real,
Letting out the truth of what I feel
Even as I think it often of you.
Nor could I with such grace without this day
Tell you that I'm grateful that I have you,
Impress upon you just how much I need you,
Needing such a frame for what I say
Even as I would my heart reveal.

Today's the day I ought to say I love you,
Although I ought to say it every day.
But "ought" can stand directly in the way,
An obstacle to being honest with you.
Why can't I tell you what I feel for you?
Because a feeling's too complex to say,
Wrapped in an appropriate cliche,
Offered on the day I "ought" to tell you.
And yet this squeamishness is just a pose
Dissolved into the river of my love,
Which needs no more than one word for its name.
Beneath my wordy sophistry it flows
Like truth that one need neither test nor prove,
A happiness I need but speak to claim.

To my Valentine, with all my love,
Of whom I cannot say enough in praise:
May my love for you sufficient prove,
Yearning to redeem your caustic days.
Vortices within may drag you down.
Anchor, then, in my serenity.
Love saves some who otherwise might drown,
Embarked alone upon their Galilee.
Nor should you deem your own love not enough
To be the chapel to which I retreat
In search of a pavilion for my pain.
No love is love unless it be a seat
Enchanted, where a stone might weep again.