Celtic Love
CELTIC LOVE
The paths I take under the eye of god
and universe, but some consider odd
Great mother Dana, knowing everything,
help us to grow, into a birth of spring,
and know from where our lonely feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and his sword
in seeking vengance, as if they were lord,
and Ireland is where we chose to be.
They layed to waste all things we'd ever known
spared not one child with their hearts of stone
and Caeser put us out to where we choose to be
in Ireland, an emerald upon the sea,
to where, great mother, only you had known.
The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
now comes of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, our destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
Forget my name, remember just my way
of loving you both ev'ry night and ev'ry day
you'll have it all, if you can realize,
all you could want is here deep in my eyes,
and all you need is here, and here to stay.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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