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LE ME BE MY VALENTINE by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Romantic love can be a tricky thing…

What you think will last a life time, suddenly shatters before your eyes, leaving you in a wake of devastation and lies. What brought me back to true love, unconditional love was the love of the Divine and learning how to love myself.

My very first Valentine’s Day without my husband of 20 years, was expected to be difficult to say the least. However, when I woke up on February 14, 2012, my beautiful children left me flowers, loving cards, notes and candy on the counter by the coffee maker, telling me how much they love me. I embraced the shift from romantic love to a unique love with my family, friends, the world, and most of all myself.

This is not to say I will never embrace romantic love again, I know it will come again to me someday. This poem was birthed to bring myself to self love on this romantic holiday and on every day that comes, to cover myself in light and grace.
Let me be my Valentine
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

let me be my Valentine,
offering love and devotion-
love letters of intentions,
an open invitation-
to embrace myself,
with compassion.
let me be my Valentine,
bring my self flowers-
to breath in the-
fragrance of life,
I will not resist-
but rather insist,
to cover myself-
with grace,
for I am beauty within-
light holds me-
to myself,
I bring love-
to my sacred place,
in my eyes-
as I look in the,
mirror at my face-
I gladly say,
let me be my Valentine.

(This poem was originally published in the author's recently released book
"Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life", available here)

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling. I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I recently published my own poetry book "Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life" available here, and am currently working on volume II I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.

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  1. aaaahhhhh Breath of Life, dear Maureen,, sweet beautifull, self-love, self compassion.... I am caressed so lovingly by your words, words I can grace-fully, ease-fully, breathe, and make my own,,,,,may each be-ing flower from within, of self-blessing!!! bless you precious woman, poet, love-be-ing. and thank you xxoxoxoxoo


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