My Valentine

It's the aching of experiential time,
That wakes up the sleeping mind,
And starts the sharing of the great Divine.

Stop you, feel, and don’t look behind.
These gifts I wish to share, yours and mine.
No need to search, turn around and find…

The one, the only one, don’t be blind.
I’m eclectic, I’m love, I’m one of a kind.
Kiss me, take me, and forever be mine.