For my Love
Oh yea love with downy wings
Let loose to shake your fair locks free
Astride your steed by passion called
You trumpet loud “here stands Love! ”
Oh Love upon Passions ride
A fiery mount indeed
Wings unfurled and hair unbound
Yea boundless as the bounding sea
Each flutter of your downy wings
Releases captive senses
Hearts the hardest against life’s pain
Fall defenceless to their knees
Love! Arise to rouse you steed once more
Arise to fly the sunshine banner
Sunshine to the dark of hearts.
Love! Refrain not from riding proud
Sound you trumpet “here is Love! ”
Stir up your steed of passion
Unfurl the banner, brake pain down.
Trample revenge under your feet
As he grinds his teeth in rage
Over throw darkness, Let it be heard!
Love, she reins again!
Yea people of the darkness listen,
She comes She comes!
Trumpets sounding blasting loud
She claims her right to rule thee
So sweet her hearts song
Note upon note
She sings and fear melts away
She commands and all who hear
Bows to knees.
She stands on high her hair fluttering
Her eyes kiss the heaven on high
Her slender hands tease the reigns
As her steed of passion rides on.
Yes, on, on Love ride on!
Fairest of all and swift of foot!
Leave us not to the wolves of lust,
Nor to the lions of bitter jealousy.
Unfurl the wings the realse the senses!
Whip up Passion, dance to your song
Of sweet purity!
Come with Sisters hope and Dreams!
Come and realse our captive souls!
Come Passion, Hope Dreams!
But most of all Come Love!
Youthful Love playful Queen!
Yea Queen you as such!
What a Queen we have in Love,
As strong as a mother bear
As playful as a summers breeze!
To even try to deny your power
Is foolishness indeed, Love and Passion
As strong as a winters gale,
As unchanging as the deep blue sea.
Downy wings of love unbound,
Fiery sword of Passion unsheathed!
Golden tresses tumbling down
Flirting with the summer’s breeze!
How much longer must we wait?
For you your sisters to gather?
For you your sisters one and all
To come and set us captives free?
Our hearts reach out through these bars
Bars of concrete, cold hard metal!
Longing to touch your soft fair cheek.
Longing to clasp you close to feel
Your sweet warm breath again
Feel the breath that says “I care”
To feel the heart beat quicken.
Oh Love to hear your magic formed
Upon the lips of the one you choose
Love that you would guild his heart
To form your magic words
The words that set the doves to call
The words that bring condemned men hope
The words that fire up the furnace of romance once more!
Your words that bring back hope and life
The words that make the lame man dance
And words that brake all bonds and shackles
You, Love, are mans last hope
We turn to you beseeching
We who know your awesome power
We who see Greed’s dreadful grip.
Bring you magic to smash Greed down
Bring sister hope to build us up again!
Bring sister Dreams to show us the way to glory!
Bring brother Zeal to give us the strength
The strength we need to follow
To follow you fiery mount
Whose name we shout is passion!
Above these four, Hope, Passion, Zeal and Dreams
Yea high above this fairest love
Bring us you magic in the words
The magic words you give to us.
To us you entrust in words your own
Passion Longing and Dreams
To us who fritter away hope like water
And words like the leaves of an autumn tree
To us in Words encased, your hope
Such power to build brake or save
In three short words you encase
All you stand for fight for and are
In three short words you plead with us
“Have heart my children please”
In three short words in shortness is power
In the three words “I love You”.
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