Celtic Love

CELTIC LOVE The paths We take under the eye of god and Universe, but some consider odd Great Lord of Heaven, knowing everything, help us to grow, into a birth of Spring, and know from where our troubled 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 laid to waste all things we'd ever known spared not our children, with their hearts of stone and Caeser put us out to where we choose to be in Ireland, an emerald upon the sea, to where, great Father, 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 its own, our destiny might bring, and everything in life we'll ever see. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet