I don’t know what you want for Valentine’s Day, but I think I can guess.

No matter how I turn things over in my mind, when it comes down to this minute, this very minute, I want to be heard.  I don’t know any better way to be heard than this:  look for what is beautiful, and bring it to you.  There is only one letter difference between “hearD” and the word we have been concerned with these last 14 days – “hearT.”

Hear.  Heart.  Heard.

I think you know what I want to say.  I hope you can hear me.