Lady of Love
Listen to me, for this tale
holds within the truth of the dreaming that you are.
Once there lived a lady of fine spun gold for hair
eyes of brilliant hue, telling promises of much joy.
An innocence aria sung in tandem with
a passion for life's pleasures: a synergy rare indeed.
Skin of pale milk colored with marks truly unique,
and a kiss of blue to recall times of pain and passion.
Yet for all it's beauty, such is but a shell,
for true beauty of this love lay within.
A bonfire blaze of strength and will.
Who feels she has much to give. Alone within
this warrior born could strike down a mountain hold-
yet, this one see that her incarnation
needs a companion dear. Pity any that stand 'gainst her.
Lady of love, hear these words,
heed their truest intents.
By the fire,
By mine even,
There will best be
Blessed greatness,
and a Golden Sister.
Beloved
My lady, my friend,
Listen to these words and hear:
By dream, by life, by your soul's magic
I charge you listen: still thy doubting mind,
Or I fear that something will die.
Hobbled mare you have managed to
tie yourself well, as to thus let go of responsibility.
The price of growth is a fearful, yet pay it you must.
Listen:
Everyone else around you is emerging from their
cocoon.
You fear this, for you know that doing so means
the end to your childhood fun, Which is
true: You will find your taste changing
as the morning dew upon summer's touch.
Still stay the tear in your soul a touch:
Once, upon a younger day, spaghetti
might have been a fantastic treat.
Is it so anymore?
Touch and time have their hands upon you.
Decisions of forever hold not long,
whatever mortal wishes may hope to do.
Still, I'll be there.