Encircled by the Stones

By all I find holy, my Druid’s daughter most severe
Your golden hair shines with bronze in the setting sun,
Surrounding your head as an aura, as I’ve seen
As once and future you held out your hand to welcome me
        from my grave…

My love, my lover of the ages – then and now,
Encircled by tall stones of Elven grays,
Land of mystery and peace, and honor too
As the deeply angled sun casts our long shadows
        onto the far hill beyond…

Might I truly love you, wilt you allow it so?
This answer’s already known, as you carry my child
Deep within your gently rounded belly, my strong maid,
Our love has planted my seed well, unto your fertile ground…

Touching your face I revel in your beauty
As your arms around me pull me close
And we kiss, as we kiss our souls begin to merge
My Druid’s daughter, in love for now and all the morrows….

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