Poetry

Wiccan Love

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i choose a love that is mine alone

for though the soul has fire, the heart is stone

i choose a love that melts the ice

of the heart so foolish, the soul so wise

i choose a love that cause not tears

that brings comfort and solace, not doubt and fear

i choose a love that is mine to keep

that does not break the heart when the soul does sleep

i would choose a love that in time could end

instead of an eternal promise of one that pretends

i would choose a love that breaks a heart

than of a silver-tongue whose lies become art

i would choose a love that is safe and warm

than a love that rages but causes harm

i would choose a love whose sins commit

than of a love whose secrets omit

i choose a love that for truth would fight

than one that lies, in silence, at night

i choose a love that for sacrifice takes flight

than one that stays yet does no right

for a Wicaan Woman — a love that remains to her true

for the Wandering Witch — a love that loves only one, not two

for a Broken Beauty — a love that she can call her own

for the Beloved Bitch — a love who loves her alone

Originally written on March 25, 2006