WHO’S MY VALENTINE?

The one on Whose palms I lay all my troubles;
on Whose lap I rest my tired head
and Whose feet I keep pressed on my heart.
Gurudeva, this rose has become
less red and more pink in the mean time
– perhaps one day it will be all white.
No matter which color and how many thorns,
by Your Grace it is for You
’till the last petal withers and drops.