Dydd Santes Dwynwen

News had been couriered my way by a friend that it was to be  'Dydd Santes Dwynwen' on the 25th of January; a Welsh equivalent of 'Valentine's Day', to pass the descriptive brush over it lightly. That we were to host an evening of entertainment for our friends and others curious enough to pay attention, was either an accident or else planned. To commemorate the day, I read a few verses on love...

Where there is warmth,
there is blood;
Where there is warmth,
there is love;
a love for being,
for a being cannot go on
where there is no love;
being requires time,
nurture and a gentle nature
to create a gentle disposition;
one that cares, nurtures, loves.
Without these things, we are not
the all that we could be;
we will lack warmth,
we will lack care,
we will not love:
We will be cold, callous and unkind
and only disquietude will spring
from the pools that are left
of our great steps
as we walk, raging, unruly
and ruinous
as terrible giants.


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How I wish it were
that I would be like water,
come Winter nights that have
you grip your tender blanket,
source of comfort pulled on
over like a lover,
there I would be,
as alike a mist
that first chills the form
but then gently goads
one into making their self
warm. I would be contained
deep within each glimmering
snow-flake's intricate pattern
supplanted upon your window,
softly, as a kiss.
   Such kisses would I give to you,
were I water, and were you
yonder pane of transparent glass,
your temperate touch
so cool, wherewith I would smother
every inch
with my brazen lips
that ever had a dainty fancy
to feather the landscape of your body;
each hillock, peak and
valley, just as snows
are wont to paint serene
a wilderness, so I layer
my gift upon you, so many times,
your skin be made
to pale through the blushes of
my pressure, as buds full of
petalled beauty are wont to burst
so let our love rush forth
and cause a shiver
for every time my affections
shall knock against your windows
or the extensions of my body
or my soul knock against
your walls, therein,
my love, as clear as purest waters,
you shall know.