From: erosdburgo@aol.com (ErosDBurgo)
Date: 24 Jul 1999 06:49:02 EDT
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The Druid recalls his first career as a Bard. He rises from the bed, looking at the firelight flickering on Mysty's shining face. He kneels by the bedside, holding her angelic, sleeping head in his arms. He feels the small swell of her stomach, gently running a careful hand over it. He feels the heartbeat of their little girl, Andromeda. He remembers all the pain and sacrifice she went through
to rescue he and Andromeda from the darkness. Her courage, her poise, her elegance, her classical beauty. He knows that both of their rewards, have at last, come. He rocks her gently and softly sings her a lullaby........
::softly strumming his magic harp:::
~~Some say love, it is a river~~
~~that drowns the tender reed.~~
~~Some say love, it is a razor~~
~~that leaves your soul to bleed.~~
~~Some say love, it is a hunger,~~
~~an endless aching need.~~
~~I say love, it is a flower~~
~~and you it's only seed.~~
::gentle tugs on the strings, rocking her with his free arm::
~~It's the heart afraid of breaking~~
~~that never learns to dance.~~
~~It's the dream afraid of waking~~
~~that never takes the chance.~~
~~It's the one who won't be taken,~~
~~who cannot seem to give,~~
~~and the soul afraid of dyin'~~
~~that never learns to live.~~
::looks at her beautiful face and thanks the gods for her:::
::gently strumming, and rocking her as the dawn parts the windows.:::
~~When the night has been too lonely~~
~~and the road has been too long,~~
~~and you think that love is only~~
~~for the lucky and the strong,~~
~~just remember in the winter~~
~~far beneath the winter snows....~~
~~lies the seed that with the sun's love~~
~~in the spring becomes the rose.~~
(~~Amanda McBroom~~)
The Druid finishes singing as she opens her beautiful silvers.... He leans to kiss her, welcoming her to the new day.....
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~~A Rose for my wife~~
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From: erosdburgo@aol.com (ErosDBurgo)
Date: 25 Jul 1999 02:24:57 EDT
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Another night in Paradise. He sat upon a rickety old chair, eyes traveling over his love...
It had been such a wonderful day. She had met him in the Dawn. Her soft eyes were heavy lidded with sleep... but they had opened up to him as he sang... her brilliant silvers dazzling; penetrating him. She held him captive with her gaze, infusing his soul with love and tenderness. Her love was pure. It always had been. She had endured. Never once did she stray from his side while he reigned upon the Isle. She was always there,
supporting him through long nights of toil and heartache, bringing him back to accept happiness once again. She had faced the darkest evil for Love. She had suffered pain at his own hands. She would die for him. She would die for love.
She loved him.
The Druid gazed at her gently sleeping face.... pondering the quality, the depth, the purity of her love. He knew that he must never take it for granted. That he had stumbled upon a great prize; far more coveted than any dueling Crown.
They had spent the day building a nursery within the Twilight Cave. Their daughter, whom Mysty had risked her life and soul to save, would be coming into the world soon. They prayed together that for the child, it would be a perfect world.
They lovingly hollowed out the Jade, within the hidden recesses of The Twilight Falls,
within the halls of their subterranean palace. Their eyes were filled with dreams.
She had chosen a pale green fabric for the tiny dress. The gold satin cape would complement it well. He pictured his little girl, in a dress sewn by love. Hi heart alternately leapt and melted, as they shared their love, hopes and dreams together, preparing the nursery for their little DeBurgo.
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Date: 25 Jul 1999 02:24:57 EDT
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Another night in Paradise. He sat upon a rickety old chair, eyes traveling over his love...
It had been such a wonderful day. She had met him in the Dawn. Her soft eyes were heavy lidded with sleep... but they had opened up to him as he sang... her brilliant silvers dazzling; penetrating him. She held him captive with her gaze, infusing his soul with love and tenderness. Her love was pure. It always had been. She had endured. Never once did she stray from his side while he reigned upon the Isle. She was always there,
supporting him through long nights of toil and heartache, bringing him back to accept happiness once again. She had faced the darkest evil for Love. She had suffered pain at his own hands. She would die for him. She would die for love.
She loved him.
The Druid gazed at her gently sleeping face.... pondering the quality, the depth, the purity of her love. He knew that he must never take it for granted. That he had stumbled upon a great prize; far more coveted than any dueling Crown.
They had spent the day building a nursery within the Twilight Cave. Their daughter, whom Mysty had risked her life and soul to save, would be coming into the world soon. They prayed together that for the child, it would be a perfect world.
They lovingly hollowed out the Jade, within the hidden recesses of The Twilight Falls,
within the halls of their subterranean palace. Their eyes were filled with dreams.
She had chosen a pale green fabric for the tiny dress. The gold satin cape would complement it well. He pictured his little girl, in a dress sewn by love. Hi heart alternately leapt and melted, as they shared their love, hopes and dreams together, preparing the nursery for their little DeBurgo.
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From: erosdburgo@aol.com (ErosDBurgo)
Date: 25 Jul 1999 02:54:08 EDT
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As he watched her sleeping, he pondered her love. They way she loved him was so unique. She would die for love. He opened the small book he had found, and leaning close to her stomach, he read aloud, telling his daughter about the way her mommy loves......
* ~~How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.~~
* ~~I love thee to the depth and breadth and height~~
* ~~My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight~~
* ~~For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.~~
* ~~I love thee to the level of every day's~~
* ~~Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.~~
* ~~I love thee freely, as men strive for right;~~
* ~~I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,~~
* ~~ I love thee with the passion put to use~~
* ~~In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.~~
* ~~I love thee with a love I seemed to lose~~
* ~~With my lost saints -I love thee with the breath,~~
* ~~Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,~~
* ~~I shall but love thee better after death.~~
He closed the book as Mysty began to stir, leaning forward, he welcomed her to the Dawn with a kiss......
(~From: Sonnets From the Portuguese
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning~)
Date: 25 Jul 1999 02:54:08 EDT
~~
As he watched her sleeping, he pondered her love. They way she loved him was so unique. She would die for love. He opened the small book he had found, and leaning close to her stomach, he read aloud, telling his daughter about the way her mommy loves......
* ~~How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.~~
* ~~I love thee to the depth and breadth and height~~
* ~~My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight~~
* ~~For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.~~
* ~~I love thee to the level of every day's~~
* ~~Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.~~
* ~~I love thee freely, as men strive for right;~~
* ~~I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,~~
* ~~ I love thee with the passion put to use~~
* ~~In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.~~
* ~~I love thee with a love I seemed to lose~~
* ~~With my lost saints -I love thee with the breath,~~
* ~~Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,~~
* ~~I shall but love thee better after death.~~
He closed the book as Mysty began to stir, leaning forward, he welcomed her to the Dawn with a kiss......
(~From: Sonnets From the Portuguese
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning~)
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From: mystdburgo@aol.com (MystDBurgo)
Date: 25 Jul 1999 19:26:52 EDT
Smiles softly as they sit snuggled before the fire. The hearth's flame dancing over the beautiful green fabric in her hands. The needle flashing in and out of the material, her hands sure, steady once more. Finishing the seam, knotting the thread off securely, then clipping it away. She rests the material in her lap, turning slightly to drop a
soft kiss on her husband's cheek.
Moving into the kitchen, the kettle steaming over the fire, preparing the peppermint, vanilla, cinnamon tea they have both come to enjoy, her eyes running over the room, then moving back to her husband reading on the couch. The tray with steeping teapot, cup, plates and her homemade sweetrolls settled on a low table. Pouring the tea, settles back happily in his arms. Silver eyes move to the new room in their home, the jade walls appearing warm
and comforting in the firelight. Smiles up at her husband, seeing his eyes shining with love and pride as he follows her gaze.
Thinking of the dark times of late, all they have gone through to get to this point, all that has been overcome. Knowing too that many think them foolish for trying to rebuild something that faltered so badly. Settles back against him, sipping her tea, her thoughts moving to the morn they both knew they could not let go of each other, that their love for each other was too great. Knowing that he is her happiness, no matter the recent events.
Her love for him strong as she feels his strengthen, growing with his this time. Their love and life together has never before been as it is now, there is more a calmness, a real desire to be there for, love and support the other.
As he takes her cup from her hand, setting it aside on the table, pulling her closer in his arms, silver eyes raise to meet silver, seeing her love returned in clear eyes, her thankfullness that they are together, seeing her future, their future together. Smiles softly, a silent pray of thanks and hope sent to the gods.
(ws) I love you Eros
~*~ Mystik DeBurgo ~*~
Honor, Love, Skill
Only those willing to give achieve the highest of these
Date: 25 Jul 1999 19:26:52 EDT
Smiles softly as they sit snuggled before the fire. The hearth's flame dancing over the beautiful green fabric in her hands. The needle flashing in and out of the material, her hands sure, steady once more. Finishing the seam, knotting the thread off securely, then clipping it away. She rests the material in her lap, turning slightly to drop a
soft kiss on her husband's cheek.
Moving into the kitchen, the kettle steaming over the fire, preparing the peppermint, vanilla, cinnamon tea they have both come to enjoy, her eyes running over the room, then moving back to her husband reading on the couch. The tray with steeping teapot, cup, plates and her homemade sweetrolls settled on a low table. Pouring the tea, settles back happily in his arms. Silver eyes move to the new room in their home, the jade walls appearing warm
and comforting in the firelight. Smiles up at her husband, seeing his eyes shining with love and pride as he follows her gaze.
Thinking of the dark times of late, all they have gone through to get to this point, all that has been overcome. Knowing too that many think them foolish for trying to rebuild something that faltered so badly. Settles back against him, sipping her tea, her thoughts moving to the morn they both knew they could not let go of each other, that their love for each other was too great. Knowing that he is her happiness, no matter the recent events.
Her love for him strong as she feels his strengthen, growing with his this time. Their love and life together has never before been as it is now, there is more a calmness, a real desire to be there for, love and support the other.
As he takes her cup from her hand, setting it aside on the table, pulling her closer in his arms, silver eyes raise to meet silver, seeing her love returned in clear eyes, her thankfullness that they are together, seeing her future, their future together. Smiles softly, a silent pray of thanks and hope sent to the gods.
(ws) I love you Eros
~*~ Mystik DeBurgo ~*~
Honor, Love, Skill
Only those willing to give achieve the highest of these