Warrior Bride Poem by Ailbhe Eighteen

No soul can uncover another soul of beauty
Wrapped in warmth and dignity
Her skyscraper of huge
Building up every day is higher
Higher that the mountains of blue
A warrior brief she is
Swift limbs and keen eyes
Speaking to her enemies in love

None can ever denigrate her worth from her
For she held it lie a treasure box
Filled with hanky of dreams
Feathers of happiness
Letters of memories
Even bones of sorrow deep
‘Tis a tool box as well
A key for a pensive tomorrow
A running bride, a warrior bride
Running to finally meet her groom of eternal felicity