Claddagh

A ring of gold, a heart and crown
 Hands clasping them so tight.
Left hand, first finger wrapped around.
 Shine sweetly in the light
It never leaves my finger now
 Perhaps a size too small
And if it wrestles off somehow -
 It isn't right at all.

Like scratches in mahogany
 Outlines still mar my flesh
A brand, a mark, that Aphrodite
 Goddess of Beauty Fresh
Put on my skin; a sign of  Love
 Honor and Loyalty
Faith and Lust; feelings to and of
 A boy who's dear to me.

Eyes of green with golden light
 I see so far from here.
Though not within my eyesight
 There's still a link so dear.
There's talent in him, I've not lied
 Although he never spies
How they make him glow inside
 Shining softly through his eyes.

He loves me too, that light's not dim
 Burning brighter than them all
The brand I wear is shared by him -
 In love we did not "fall"
But joined instead, two souls as one
 Shared symbol still is dear
One of a heart, two hands and crown
 Encircled just a year.

--Sare