Celtic Love

CELTIC LOVE The paths we 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 the place we chose to be. They layed to waste all things we'd ever known spared not one child--their hearts were solid stone and Caeser put us out to where we choose to be here in our 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 all 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 every night and day We'll have it all, if we can realize, that all we want is here before our eyes, and all we need is here, and on our way. © Ron Wilson