A dedicated carer
\nunflinching in her way
\nshe remains so very beautiful
\nthat much I can say
\nto be besotted with her
\nI suppose was easy for
\nme, you have to understand
\nfor she is really sure<\/p>\n
her heart is warm and tender
\nintriguing that’s her style
\na reverence for animals
\nshe’s out there by a mile
\ndazzling and polished
\nan enchanting lady, she
\nis elegant and fetching
\nand I just love to be<\/p>\n
with her in her company
\nfor her aura rich and deep
\nis vibrant and creative
\nher haunting looks
\ndo reap
\nin me, a solid goodness
\nshe is everything to me
\nshe is sweetness she is lightness
\nshe is such tranquillity<\/p>\n
I feel a sense of tenderness
\nwith her by my side
\nher lovely disposition
\nif asked have I denied
\nany outward expression
\nI doubt it I will say
\nbeing lost in part
\nI may have just drifted away<\/p>\n
earnestly I watch her
\nher avidness proclaims
\nher kindness for downtrodden souls
\nshe endures and kindly tames
\nthe brutal there’s no fear abroad
\nher courage it is clear
\na fearlessness to take on
\nany rogue who ambled near<\/p>\n
intrepid is her power that’s manifest
\ninside of me
\nfor I am a much better man
\nfor seeing and I be
\nwith her down in Glastonbury
\nmay be up the Tor
\nat the White Spring
\nand at Chalice Well
\nwhere I am doubly sure
\nher vision for Aradia
\neach little glimpse I see
\nbrings me closer to her
\nwith a cheerfulness so free<\/p>\n
thankful she was ready
\nto tolerate my looks
\nto accept whatever poem
\nflowed out of my books
\nto her credit she has so much
\na lady after all
\nand she persevered
\nand listened
\nlike a messenger
\nwhose stall<\/p>\n
is greener than the others
\nand more vibrant than before
\nassertiveness is commonplace
\nand yet there’s so much more
\ndeep down inside I love her
\nand there’s no where I can go
\nwithout a thought of how she is
\nand how I love her so<\/p>\n
affirming this continually
\npossibly she may
\nrealise the honour and true respects
\nI pay
\nI need not now conceal to her
\nwhat I see ahead
\nhow much I cry inside my self
\nfor that which I am led<\/p>\n
to realize as a wizard
\nthat one day I may see
\nher for the last time
\nand in that moment could
\npossibly
\nbe certain my undying love
\nwould never leave her heart
\nfor I would cry a million tears
\nknowing we had to part<\/p>\n
the reasoning behind all this
\nthe fragrance of her smile
\nperhaps to hold her hand once more
\nif for a little while
\nand take that feeling with me
\nwhere ere now I must go
\nI have no wish to leave her
\nfor I do love her so<\/p>\n
but go i have to sometime
\neach passing day will bring
\nthat day a little closer
\nwhen I hear the goddess sing
\nwhen life itself does leave me
\nwhen I cannot share the breath
\nI beg that she be near me
\nwhen I go to my death<\/p>\n
I am sorry to be morbid
\nbut honestly my dear
\nI love you like no other
\nand it is very clear
\nthough the Summerlands are sunny
\nI would rather stay with you
\nI just wanted to tell you
\nreally how much I love you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A dedicated carer unflinching in her way she remains so very beautiful that much I can say to be besotted with her I suppose was easy for me, you have to understand for she is really sure her heart is … Continue reading