Wyngs

Look deep into these eyes of Love,
What is it that you seek?
Passions on the Wyngs of Dove,
Glittering Goddess-hand from above.
And all the mortal longings of the Soul,
Flying on these Wyngs of Gold.
Soaring on the pale-blue Skys,
To the deeper color of your Eyes,
Ever-touching, Spirit to Flesh.
And these tears they wash away,
Memories of a clouded Day.
Here now stands Love's desire,
Burning with a ceaseless Fyre,
The Fyre of our Souls.

I Wish

I wish to be the Aire, the Aire that surrounds you.
I wish to be the Earthe, the Earthe that clings to you.
I wish to be the Water, the Water that makes you.
I wish to be the Fyre, the Fyre of your Spirit.

I wish to be the Aire, the Aire that flows into you.
I wish to be the Earthe, the Earthe that you walk on.
I wish to be the Water, the Water you bathe in.
I wish to be the Fyre, the Fyre of your love, that burns me still

Some Say....

Some think of Love as being bitter,
Some say it is the game hearts play,
I say Love is you and me!

Love is what I feel for you,
Its keeps me high instead of blue.
I love you not for just one thing,
My Love for you is never-ending!

Some say that we are so cute together,
I say that we are perfect for each other!
To see you makes my heart dance,
To hear you puts my mind a-trance!
To feel you drives me wild,
Sometimes I'm giddy like a child,
(Sometimes I've the mind to drive you wild!)

This is how I feel for you,
But it still isn't a clear view!
To fully explain how I love thee,
It is damn near impossible to be!
Oh how I loveth thee!

Hello Love

Hello, Love! How art thee?
I hath heard, that thou lovest me.

It makes me happy,
It does you too,
That the Gods brought together
Me and You.

And my Heart,
It doth pound,
When you, m'love,
Do come around.

All of time cannot erase,
The look of love from my face.
Our love contains an awesome power,
And I am glad that we found each other.

Forever

When first we met,
My mind was set a-trance.
My heart it skipped a beat,
And I began inside to dance.

But still I hesitated,
For my own reasons,
Still dancing-I waited…
It was you who advanced

And now I have you!
And you have me,
It feels so right,
It was meant-to-be!

Love is an awesome power,
The power of the heart.
And binding us as one,
Is the love in our hearts.

We have met before,
I am sure
Love transcends time,
Love survives death,
Love makes our hearts beat as one.

Love in you found me,
Love in me found you.
Nothing can take that away,
Together will we be always,
~*~Forever~*~

I Remember

I don't remember everything,
But I remember the important things.
Whether sad or happy, false or true,
I remember everything about you.

I remember when you first came to me,
Body quaking, heart filled with nervous glee.
You took my hand and pulled me along,
Right then I knew you were my only one.

I remember the day you proposed to me,
You got down on one bending-knee,
You gazed up with love in those beautiful eyes,
Without which I would meet my demise.

I remember when you said you loved me,
Picked me up and tightly hugged me.
Held me close in your arms that night,
When we bonded in that precious rite.

But I also remember that terrible night,
That night we had our very first fight.
For hours it seemed, we argued on and on,
Never ceasing, nearly till the dawn.

Yet I do not weep for my bad memories,
For the good I remember shall always outnumber these.
I know what doesn't kill us makes us stronger,
I know our love will last all the longer.

So do not lament, my dearest love,
For the things I have said in anger.
Do not hate me for feelings that exist no longer.
But love me fiercer as I love thee.
Forever will our love always be.

The power that binds us is the love that sustains us.
Without you I could never be.

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I love and cherish the beautiful flowers,
And the beetles that nestle under their leaves.
I see faces in the leaves of trees,
Dragons in the lacy clouds,
And miracles all around me.
I've heard the voices of the ancestors,
On the winds and in the babbling of the brooks.
I've felt the warm love of the sun,
And the cool comfort of the moon.

I am human.

I've tasted the sweetness of success,
And the sourness of defeat.
I've smelled the blood of my enemy,
And tasted the sweat of my lover.

These senses make a human,
But it is how one interprets and expresses these senses,
That makes one an artist.
Is it merely a coincidence that there exist five senses, five elements,
and five fingers on the human hand?

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