Sir, the only word comes to my mind after reading this beautiful poem of yours is 'pure.'
You have written the true meaning of Valentine which obviously I don't see it around me anymore.
I started dating at the age of fifteen and in last three years I spent this day with three different girls. So, no more vows, breakup is the new trend and true love is on the verge of extinction.
Souls entwine but only for few hours, few days or maximum a couple of months, not much.
Hearts entwine just to give each other the pleasure of pain.
You wrote something that is vintage. You know how precious things which are vintage. Collectables, this poem is one of them. It doesn't matter whether they are cars, paintings, bikes, books, wines, or an emotion called love.
Thanks for writing this. At least now, I don't have to wait for an eternity to understand the true meaning of this day known as valentine.