If only you had been, that Celtic kind of guy. If only I had told you, Celts always catch my eye. Cableknit socks, is what you should've worn. A MacBeth shawl, a nice kilt and a sporran. You don't need bagpipes, but you wouldn't look real. They might be a little akward, though good is how you'll feel. Men who are Celts, are men in kilts. Oh how I need, my men in kilts. Julia Chastain
How I yearn for your love, so that we may embrace a love all too powerful to explain on this page Your face is like snow, so innocent and serene as it melts from the mountains and into a stream Your body's the rose that blooms night and day your legs are the petals so soft yet so frail Your feet are the wings that carry you here I'm letting you know that my love is sincere
Brandon Williams, 1995
Traveler's Song
Where e'er I may go When snowflakes like fallen angels dance silent through the air When rain makes silver rivers sing on dusty roads When in autumn the leaves flutter, copper, crimson, and gold When in spring all the green life returns to clothe the earth With every bright blossom I chance upon in my journeys With every shining glimpse of starlight through a blanket of clouds With every footfall and every word through the long days and into twilight I'll remember the life I've left behind me.
Kristi Ferebee, "Minstrelgirl"
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