a name on a card
as we danced
a feeling of wanting
kept us close
our hearts beat
to the applause
a name on a card
as we danced
a feeling of wanting
kept us close
our hearts beat
to the applause
perpetuate love
we are all dreamers
waiting for someone
to be with us
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find love
when one is alone
they must choose
to love once
or not at all
and when they meet
their love is eternal
Courting like bees
awaiting one’s dreams
true love’s promise
rest upon these wings
a lifetime of happiness
their vows bound
a place in society found
little ladybird
my lucky charm
lands on me
my true love
Flowers appear
Love blossoms
Bees hum
Birds sing
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher