A Valentine's that is everyday

Is it the invisible things that I love the most Or flowers and cakes and a trip to coast What is love's worth ,if not seen day by day But eagerly awaited for that daunting day Don't get me wrong, I vouch for the 14th let it be But a love felt every second, is what truly feels free A love patient and kind a love that binds A love not jealous and boastful, a love that is hopeful A love not arrogant and rude, does not insist on it's own way not irritable or resentful, that keeps those vices at bay A love that rejoices in right, a love that endures a love that never ends, a love that cures. I guess my point, what I'm trying to say Is I crave for a Valentine's, that is every day