There was a time in my life when Valentine’s Day meant getting together with other single friends to celebrate Single’s Awareness Day. Looking back, we all yearned of a relationship that we didn’t have.  Little did I know, that yearning, even now that I am now married and with children, would still be there. 

Even in a long-term relationship, there are days when I don’t feel loved or loved in return. To love without expecting anything in return, it turns out, is a very hard task. Luckily, in both marriage and in parenthood, one is given ample opportunity to try, and try again at this.

This poem describes this aspect of love quite well.

THE MORE LOVING ONE
by W.H. Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.