She wore a pentacle
And a plain brown dress.
I am not really too sure,
I must confess.
...
She 's just with me
And I love her
She quietly accepts however I am
...
Pushing that anxiety down
I smile at a sunny day
Should I worry and frown?
Or should my soul go out to play?
...
There is a daily fight of mine
A battle there to hold the line
Sanity is distinction, fine
Can I hold onto my mind?
...
I looked outside the window of a little stone house
On a rainy morn in Roscommon
Water ran down the panes
Reminding me of my pains
...
Born: In Oregon, USA Status: Married to a woman who pushes me to come out of my shell and be the best. Edumacation: Masters, Information Systems Management Bachelor of Science, Information Tech Most Important Advice: Look at the other people who have it worse. Secondary advice: You are a poet. So write something. Likes: Edgar Allen Poe, Shel Silverstein, Dr. Seuss. Also likes: Dictionaries, thesauri, the internet.)
The Witch I Love
She wore a pentacle
And a plain brown dress.
I am not really too sure,
I must confess.
Why she loved me?
She danced her heart
Entranced my soul
The circle protecting
And deity extolled
Then the witch
She smiled to me.
Incantation rose as embers
Tears filled my eyes
Magic words remembered
Until I realized
That witch I loved
Had chosen me.
Then... all she wore was a pentacle
Without a plain brown dress
She danced her heart then stood still
Waiting for an answer
Of my own free will
Submitting her love
To a man like me.
She's given me not a
Single day of rest
But devoted her life
And given the best
Loving me in her pentacle
And that plain brown dress