HE SPEAKS OF HIS WIFE WITH PASSION

The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
Fearful and trembling, but still she came,
Looking at me thru eyes that saw a thousand years.
Filling my home with laughter, her hair aflame.

The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
Free, unfettered, breaking her chains
That bound her to her mundane daily fears.
Filling my home with joy, her hair aflame.

The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;
Graceful and gentle, worthy of her name,
Giving me my children, hearts I hold so dear;
Gracing my home with sons and daughters, her hair aflame.
Shy One, let us be gone to the hills
And join the Sidhe in their revels,
Leaving the world behind us;
On a white horse will we ride, with a hound.
The Red Cat walked into my life,
With no warning she came!


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