Is love finding its way back into my heart
Even though there is no romance in my life?
Is love coming home,
Home, which is the only thing I have?
It is in shreds scattered into the four direction winds
Yet the sweetest of it all remains
The nectar of so called family
When family is no more.
St. Valentine why are you visiting me this year
When I needed you in all the other years with no show?
My heart is not present at the present
Who knows its future if future is to be
So
St. Valentine go home and pray
That my little angel heals what your little cherub broke.
February 2015
