Lugh’s Garden

I have never touched your face,
Nor gazed into your eyes,
But I will hold you in my heart,
Until my life fire dies.
Ours is not a mortal love,
Dependant on a kiss,
Nor, do we love conveniently,
It’s so much more than this.

I never chose to love you,
And you did not choose me,
Our souls searched for each other,
To set each other free.
You will always have those loves,
That grow, and fade away,
But I will have that part of you,
Which in my heart, will stay.

I may never touch your face,
Your eyes, I may not see,
But you will always have my soul,
Until you set it free.

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