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(Valentine's Collection)

(Historic Crown Of Sonnets)

11.

1.
Love sings its song, a lover’s lullabye, 
so softly it sings right into our hearts. 
Lifting our hearts too the midst of love’s sky, 
a gentle song heard as our soft love starts.

Our love it does shine as the brightest light, 
within Elysium dreams your grace shines. 
My Celtic Queen, with me you’ll spend the night, 
our love is the eternal tie that binds.

You shall always come within gentle dark, 
when I am with you the moon shall shine bright. 
My love for you ever more than a spark, 
it is a burning flame ever alight.

My Celtic Queen, you stand in your glory, 
You are love in my dream’s own love story.
2.
You are love in my dream’s own love story, 
the beauteous vision I ever see. 
Always my passion, always my glory, 
in a Celtic dream, where I wish to be.

I dream of you in the dead of the night, 
in the starlight glade, standing all alone. 
Yet I come to you in a dazzling light, 
together we walk before love’s own throne.

Spirit of my dream, beauty of the sun, 
join me in the heart of the stars on earth. 
Ever in a dream my true love shall run, 
come aboard love’s ship you have your berth.

You are heart’s love and I do hear your song, 
come into my arms where you do belong.
3.
Come into my arms where you do belong, 
rest now from the rigours of this long day. 
Together we shall sing love’s Celtic song, 
within the starlight glade love has its way.

I swim within such gentle eyes divine, 
gentle visions touch my soul with their light. 
Two gems of beauty how they now do shine, 
your pools of love shining so dazzling bright.

My blessed sun, your tender lips on mine, 
I do sip from the cup of your tender love. 
Lose yourself deep within the stars that shine, 
we now lie in the sky so high above.

You are my desire, my own love story, 
oh my Celtic Queen enter your glory. 
4.
Oh my Celtic queen enter your glory, 
I hold you close and our passion does rise. 
Poetic words ever tell our story, 
as I do hold the world’s most wondrous prize.

My vision of passion now touch my core, 
in love’s endeavour our passion must flow. 
You are my Celtic queen and I do adore, 
your wondrous temple that does softly glow.

Passion the river that flows to love’s sea, 
in passion’s embrace love does burn its flame. 
Oh my beloved love shall ever be, 
my love did start when your friendship it came.

We are together away from life’s throng, 
as our hearts they do sing our own love song.

16/01/2019.
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