For the Dearest Woman Alive,

The one who occupies all my thoughts  and holds my heart.

Soon .. soon .. we can be together again forever,

my sweet maiden.

Beautiful, sincere, caring.

These are the words that describe my dear sweet love.

She is a wonder. She sees her self as being weak, but I,

I see her as being truly strong. The things she is able to do,

able to walk into headfirst scare me.

I admire her. She gives all her heart to me, she loves me,

she makes me feel as if I am the only man alive. To me she

is my everything. When I met her I saw everything through new eyes.

She showed me that there is good around me, where before all I

could see was darkness. She made me happy in my worst hours.

She never said, "You are to difficult." She always greeted me with

open arms no matter what the problems I faced were. My dear sweet

Celtic lass. Passionate and strong, even if she doesn't believe she is.

To her I pledge all my love, all my being, to this dear sweet Anndrag.

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.

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.

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.