Lugh’s Garden

Be gentle, good soul,
The heart you are holding
Is broken and bruised.
It’s been ravaged by time,
And promises, unkept,
Too often caught, by
Fiery passion, and left
All alone, to burn itself out.

Treat kindly, this heart,
Lest it fail, in your keeping.
Let it warm next to yours,
If it warms yours as well,
Give it sweet words, and songs,
If it moves you to music,
Or kisses and smiles,
Should it bring you joy.

But if you should feel,
This heart is a burden,
Then set it down, gently,
Beneath a red primrose,
In a garden, untended,
With vines running wild,
To quietly pray, for
A soul that might need it.

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