[Ansteorra] A song about Love

Lord Pooky lord_pooky at hotmail.com
Mon Jan 7 00:25:57 PST 2008






My Beloved Queen these words are not Yours to see.
I wish You to delete this message and read it no more.

Upon Your Love for the pooky this should be done.
Warm hugs my dearest Ebergardis and thank you ;^ ))

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Though oft my face is contorted into a visage of glee:
Love is not in all ways an expression of Joy.
Love is sometimes the heartbeat of ones deepest pain.
Love is always a reflection of one's depth.

To cry is to loose the life blood of ones torment and wish it with full earnest never to return.

Though as your soul would know it's darkest eternity, grief as it's only expression, and no other dimension in which to seek solace and rest... yet still should we hold fast and dear to this weight we call Love. For this is the same love with gossamer wing shall fairie your spirit aloft as resonating Dream becomes truest Reality.

Love is that which reflects us to Life.

Be that moment in life encapsulating the freedom of every Joy or fraught with every Pain, that is the moment to cherish The~Love.

This day I find myself away from those I love in the SCA.
This day Love wished my arms to hold my friends for my heart was already with you.

This day I know the full measure of my Love for you,
Pooh Key





Sarah McLachlan - Song For A Winters Night



The lamp is burning low
upon my table top
snow is softly falling
the air is still
in the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling


If I could only have you near
to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy
just to hold the hands I love
on this winters night with you


Smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
my glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines
upon each page,
the words of love you sent me


If I could know within my heart
that you were lonely too
I would be happy
just to hold the hands I love
on this winters night with you


The Fire is dying
my lamp is growing dim
shades of night are lifting
morning light steals across my window pane
where webs of snow are drifting


If I could only have you near
to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy
just to hold the hands I love
on this winters night with you

And you'll be once again with me







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