St. Valentine Visiting

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


St. Valentine go home and pray

That my little angel heals what your little cherub broke.

February 2015

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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