Lugh’s Garden

There is a spark that hides somewhere within
The soul, that love will turn into a flame,
And if love’s whisper should, this fire, begin,
No longer, can the heart remain the same.

For love and reason never can exist,
Within the vessel bounded by the mind.
If love be there, well, reason won’t be missed,
Keep reason there, and love you’ll seldom find.

Sometimes the flame of love burns like a star,
That fills the heavens with unending light,
Sometimes, it burns the heart and leaves a scar,
Then drowns in tears, to leave us with the night.

But this you must believe, I would not lie,
In souls like yours, that spark will never die.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, July 24th, 2007 at 2:25 pm and is filed under sonnets. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.