Celtic Love

CELTIC LOVE The paths we take under the eye of god and universe, but some consider odd Great Love of Jesus, 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 Caesar 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 that 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, that destiny might bring, and everything in life we'll ever see. Forget my past, remember just my way of loving you both every night and every day you'll have it all, if you can visualize, that all you want is right before our eyes, and Love of Jesus put it here to stay. © ron wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet