My love on days like Valentine
is like a hermit at his shrine
I bow down to the god of love
who showers us from up above
My love’s within also without
s/he lives eternally all about
can never be contained in man
or woman for since time began
S/he dwells eternally on her throne
I feel her when I’m all alone
now seated in my heart of hearts
he never ends and never starts
Eternity in but one day
for ne’er time’s fool, beyond decay
she’s anti-fragile, heart of gold
eternally young, he ne’er grows old
True love lays until end of days
when fleeting planet earth decays
reposed composed eternally wed
where others follow she has led
so let me not to minds mundane
prescribe a love which wax and wane
just like desire soon satiated
confused for love that’s ne’er abated
For my true love eternally lives
in consciousness, he freely gives
how much in your heart can you hold
of this pure love her depths untold?
