Cloaks of Courage I met him only once, to touch his face; And suddenly grew shy. I, Irish lace, He, Scots clan tartan wool. His heart my place. One meeting, aye, just one - yet souls now clutch Foreverness of time. In brief sweet touch He brushed my lips; eternity is such. A future not for us. A past we weep. This present time too precious not to keep. And so we love - awake, adream, asleep. Ignited flame our minds, our hearts aglow With lovers' truth. Our time will end, and so, Clad Celtic style, in courage cloaks we'll go.

Author's Note: This poem is based on a different, fuller love, and the realization of the
importance of loving - giving - totally, even in difficult circumstances.

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