No
Surrender
No
Surrender
Your words emerged at the right time,
when my trust in them choked
my path with dust and clouds.
My pulse accelerated to meet yours
with a shining smile and a scented rhyme.
The Celtic echo is drawing me near
to where your sea of love once appeared,
striking the secrets of the years
with love's sword, proving its victory,
conquering dreams refusing to gleam.
Ah, suddenly my world seems anew
with all its paths,
leading me back to you.
Therese copyright, 2000