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SAINT VALENTINE-RISE IN LOVE @Esla369_Music

SAINT VALENTINE: RISE IN LOVE It’s a mainstream holiday, red roses on display, Saint Valentine posters telling lonely hearts to pay, Candy-coated promises wrapped in cellophane, A scripted “fall in love” inside a plastic frame. Men buy flowers on Saint Valentine, Spending life away in checkout lines, They don’t even know what true love is, Just chasing what the billboard gives. They say love is diamonds, wine and lace, Swipe your card, affection’s in the case, But you cannot buy love with gold, You cannot rent a sacred soul. February fourteenth, crowded rooms, Perfume clouds and false perfumes, An immense amount of money gone, For something that was never strong. Chorus Saint Valentine, what have we done? Turned holy union into fun, We “fall in love” then fall apart, Confusing lust with heart to heart. You cannot fall in what is above, You only rise in love, rise in love. They waste their sexual energy, Spend their life force carelessly, Calling sacred fire a casual spark, Lighting matches in the dark. So many people, casual sex, Not seeing sacred architecture, The sexual genitals tied to the heart, That’s where the real emotions start. When bodies meet on Valentine’s night, Feelings grow without true sight, A woman and a man combine, Not by character-but by design. Not personality, not the soul, Just chemistry that took control, Bodies met before they knew, Now the heart believes it’s true. We say we “fall in love” again, But fall is for the ignorant, You only fall in hate or distraction, Or fall through lust and empty passion. Chorus Saint Valentine, you sold a dream, Wrapped in pink and glossy sheen, A holiday about love they claim, Yet no one even knows its name. You cannot fall in what is above, You only rise in love, rise in love. Sex is sacred, not a trend, Not a means to fill a weekend, The life force is divine design, Not merchandise for Valentine. Unwanted pregnancies, broken homes, Children raised alone and cold, A fractured society born in haste, From sexual energy laid to waste. The woman is already a flower, She doesn’t need your purchased power, Yet giving flowers, dressed as sweet, Can diminish what’s complete. Conditioned minds and programmed roles, Gold digger myths and shallow goals, The average man ignores the flame, Of divinity in woman’s name. Final Chorus Saint Valentine, tear down the lies, No more scripted alibis, No more wasting life away, In a mainstream holiday. Don’t “fall in love” through lust or rush, Don’t let illusion turn to crush, Guard your sexual energy, Protect your sacred life force consciously. They condition you when to be happy, They brainwash you when to be sad, Tell you when to celebrate, when to feel good or feel bad   If love is real, it stands above, You don’t fall- You rise in love, You rise in love.