Fear not your heart should turn to stone;

Though sly arrows still may fall;

As bitter ends fold within the storm.

Ease and grace your fretted brow;

Your love has room to grow now.

See life through wise and smiling eyes;

Warm heart and thoughts true as 'ere before.

Strive to fulfil your every dream;

As a river growing stronger by the moon.

And watch the tainted arrows passing by;

To feel the blush upon your cheeks;

A rose's bloom.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf