A soft sea breeze blows gently through my hair, as serenely here I
Sit, upon my seat, close by these stones.
The children play, their laughter, like a distant echo, dances in my
Mind. Troubled times are left behind, at times like this, and softly I can sit
And think, reflecting on an Angel’s kiss.
Your voice holds anger, many times, which once, so soft, held many
Rhymes, which flowed through me mellifluously.
Harsh words, a heavy heart, is this the way that we should part?
From such a deep contented love, that brought to us such tender Thoughts, before a broken mind.

This world can heal, and hold us close, and also taint the sweetest
Rose, tis ours alone, to choose our thoughts, and feast our eyes on
Loves lost dreams, or feel the bitter tears we wrought, from all the
Battles we then fought.
You cannot hold me, nor can I you, but can that make our love
Untrue?
I held you once in sweeter times, and there, composéd many rhymes,
About the way you made love real, in truth, you loved me sorely
Then, yet now you say untrue.

Let poison fade within your life, let soft words heal your bitter mind,
Look hard at love and learn the truth, that love is just a solemn word,
Abused, misused and often fake, if this is all that love can make,
A bitter pill that we must take.
Oh no soft heart! For love so true, was everything I gave to you, a
Child to show you life is real, it took my blood and left me pale, but
Deep within, love lingers still, though changéd by a truth, so learned,
That all that lives must one day die, it can’t be changed by tears we cry.

It is a loss which we must bear, but always it will still be there, if we
Can gaze through clouded eyes, and learn from love, not to despise,
The bitter sweet desires of man, who yourns to own all that he can,
And then destroys all that he can’t, with desperate fits, of pain and hurt.

Who then may see, as pain subsides, love crushed and broken, lost
And gone, all that sang his sweetest song.
This is love? It cannot die. To stand and watch a poor man cry, and
Not feel pain within his heart? This makes us worse than man
Himself, for all can wound and all can heal, it was a choice the Goddess gave, a lesson,
All of man must learn, or there within the Cauldron burn.
Love is to hold, and not to grip, with mighty hands which tear and
Rip, away at truth, that love is real, it is emotion that we feel.
We can’t posess, we cannot own, thus far in life, this much I’m shown.
To let things go, but love them still, with softer hearts, and stronger
Will, is there within the lesson learned, its then that true respect is
Earned, respect in life, respect in love.

The Goddess, Hag or crone we know, within each one of us will
Grow, for many times we face ourselves, and cast our blame, to help
Us hide, but truth will linger there inside, and soon will rise again.
For every man will make mistakes, and hurt and wound, by all he
Takes, yet he shall also bear his loss, and there will find his truth
Again, that though it’s gone, it still remains.
Within a mind, once torn and broke, he’ll find a light to show the
Way, then memories return to play, a different song, a different love,
A love much purer now.

Maélwys /|\