New Year

HappY NeW YeAr!!!

 
Wishing you a bright New Year.
A year that's full of all that's dear,
Of dragonflies and butterflies and little bits of wonder,
Of cozy thoughts while listening to the raging rain and thunder,
Of joyful days and peaceful nights,
Of glory of a fresh new sight,
Of gentle joy and loving peace
And Gods hand within your reach.

Just For Fun! Beware of birds

 

BEWARE!

Mystique Stone Magic ~ The Spirit Within

Something for the Princess in your life!

Crystal  " The Stone Of  Power "

For centuries I have been recognized for  power, because I am able to bring the energy of the stars into the soul.

$45.00

Designed by Cathy Lea Collar 

@ www.mystiquestonemagic.blogspot.com

The Christmas Tree Mystery

The Christmas Tree Mystery?

By C. L. Collar

 

The kitten snuck under the tree.

What, oh what, did the kitten see?

A silver ball shiny and bright,

Sparkling in the Christmas lights.

She gave it a wee small bat.

She watched it sway this way and that.

She sat and watched it till it stopped.

Then cocked her head and thought a thought.

She looked up into the tree.

And many sparkling balls did see.

She squatted low, looked all around.

Not a soul was to be found.

The coast was clear, branch one, two, three.

“Bright balls swirling just for me!”

Branch four, branch five, “Oh mercy me,

I'm at the top of the tree!”

But then the tree began to sway.

The tree branch sort of gave way.

She sunk her claws into the trunk,

As the tree fell with a ker-thump.

She found her feet and with a hiss,

Looked all around for who did this.

Who had cut down the Christmas Tree?

This was as bad as bad could be.

Footsteps running down the hall.

She heard them right before the fall.

She peeked from underneath the tree.

“Why are they all looking at me?”

Christmas Fun!!!

THANK YOU!!!!

A Big Thank You to everyone who stopped by and supported our cause at the Perryton Satellite Arts & Craft Show! This year our donations will be sent to St. Jude's Hospital. Thank you for helping us help them.

Jewelry Show and Book Signing

My next Jewelry Show & Book Signing will be on
Saturday, November 22nd, 9:00 am till 6:00 PM and Sunday November 23rd 11:00 am till 6:00 pm ~
Perryton Satellite Arts & Craft Show ~ Perryton Texas ~ Expo Center

Come Join the FUN!

Thank to all that have served and are serving.

A MESSAGE FROM OMAR!

 Here is your link!
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Thoughts From Cathy ~ Leaf's Life

Anna's Birthweek! Featuring Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness Jewelry

Another beautiful Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness piece!

Butterfly Cameo with Peach Pearls in Silver or Gold.
All Proceeds will be donated to St Jude's Hospital
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Anna's Birthday

This week in honor of my daughter, Anna Michelle Collar's, birthday I will be featuring

~ Anna's Legacy Leukemia Awareness Jewelry ~

Carnelian Pendant with Gold Dragonflies, Peridot & Carnelian chips in Gold

Carnelian  "The Stone Of  Inspiration " 
I am the artists' stone reflecting soulful expression through words and actions. I inspire intensity and lend fire to design.

Peridot "The Stone Of  Destiny" 
I stand as a guardian of hope, wisdom, generosity, abundance, and compassion. Let me take you in hand and guide you to understanding your destiny and spiritual purpose.  

For buying details go to www.mystiquestonemagic.blogspot.com 

All of the proceeds from this sale will be donated to St. Jude's Hospital.

Abigail's Garden

Abigail’s Secret

By C. L. Collar

 

Abigail sat underneath the magnificent oak tree; the centerpiece of her gorgeous garden. A small breeze tenderly brushed a stray strand of sliver hair across her face. The sweet scent of lavender intermingled with a delicate rose fragrance as it drifted to her nose. She sighed. Spring was her favorite time of year. She lifted the ornate pitcher from the table and poured the yellow liquid into her glass. The ice cubes tinkled, adding their musical notes to the melody of the wind chimes dangling above her head. Sipping the sweet-tart lemonade, Abigail smiled and leaned back in her chair.

She looked toward the heavens through the dense foliage of the regale tree. When she and her husband, Joshua had bought the property this tree had been the only occupant in the yard. She loved it and he hated it. She saw it as the beginning of a haven from all of their daily trials and stress. He saw it as a water guzzling, root infestation that would cause nothing but problems. She won the battle with a pouting mouth and pleading eyes. Joshua never stood a chance against her charms. She held his heart in her small hands and she knew it all too well. Fifty years had passed and she still did.  

Abigail’s gaze fell on the blazing orange and yellow blossoms surrounding their vegetable garden. These had been the first uneatable plants lovingly placed here by her hands, her first addition to the garden. Joshua chided her for wasting money on such nonsense, but she pointed out that the seeds were a gift from an elderly friend who said the beautiful marigolds would not only perk up the garden but would also keep bugs away from the plants, explaining that their bitter scent worked as a natural insecticide. Josh had no argument for that so he shook his head, smiled and then went back to work, hoeing the weeds from between the rows.

A garage sale, had furnished the small table and chairs where she now sat. A new coat of paint and pebbles found at the pond and glued to the surface were all that it needed to transform it to a new, natural splendor. The chair cushions were worn but comfortable. Taking another sip from the glass, her eyes focused on the deep purple lavender and bright roses that were scattered about the yard.

The wild rose bushes had been a gift, from the elderly gardener with each child born to the couple, red for a boy and yellow for a girl. Lavender joined the yard along with a multitude of herbs when her treasured friend taught her how to use them to make fabulous meals and sweet potpourri. The selling of the potpourri paid well and Joshua’s increased waistline testified to his approval of the herbs.

Delicate daffodils, colorful tulips and heady scented hyacinths were strategically placed to fade out as the summer flowers blossomed. Bouquets sold through the local store more than offset the cost of the bulbs and seeds while furnishing her with fresh, fragrant decoration throughout the house. Everything had a memory and a purpose.

A butterfly settled on the top of the lemonade pitcher, seeking a taste of the sweet-tangy beverage. Abigail dipped her finger into her glass then placed a drop on the rim. In one swift breath the drop was gone as the delicate insect drifted away, preferring the sweetness of the honeysuckle’s blossom. Abigail laughed. “You should have known that Mother Nature’s drink would be the tastiest, silly girl.”

Abigail closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as contentment slowly spread through her body. Yes, with the help of her very special friend her vision had come to life. The old tree’s limbs creaked and squeaked, as the light breeze grew a little stronger. She opened her eyes and looked once more into the vast canopy above her.

“You think that I saved you that day so long ago, dear friend,” she said to the massive oak. “But it was really you who saved me.”

The old oak spread its branches just enough to let a single ray of sunshine bask on Abigail’s face. “I’d say we saved each other,” he whispered through his leaves.

           

           

Tessy & The Little Sister

 Tess the Mess & The Little Sister

Hi! It’s me, Tess! I just wanted to pop in and let you know what has been goin on out at the farm.  Coco has moved back out to the farm.  Coco is my buddy. We were adopted from the same pound and are about the same age. I am a few months older which makes me her big sister. We are soo happy to have her back. She had to stay in town with Mom and Dad for a while because last summer she hurt her hip and it was bothering her. Dr Angie put her on a diet and said that she should rest it for a while. She looks really good now, but her hip still bothers her some.

            The only problem I have with her being back is that she likes to go on my runs with me. I really don’t mind her goin it’s just that she can’t keep up and so I have to slow down for her and I really don’t like to go slooooooow.

            Today was a really nice day to run, so while Coco was taking her mid morning nap I decided to slip away. First I gave her a small nudge with my nose to see if she was really asleep. No response. Good. I slowly belly crawled to the front of the barn. Just as I was about to bolt out, there she was right beside me. She is pretty quiet for a chubby dog.

            “Where are you going? Are you going for a walk? I want to go for a walk! Please take me with you!”

            Little sisters can be so aggravating at times! I did not want to take her with me, so I lied.

            “I was just going to get a drink of water from the pond. Why don’t you go finish your nap? I will be right back.”

            “Oh! I would love to go to the pond with you! I can soak my hip in the cool water! I’m really not tired anymore.”

            Darn, I thought. I will have to wait till later for my long run.

            “Okay, let’s go,” I said, “but be careful. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

            Sometimes it is soooo hard being the big sister.

            I am enclosing a picture of Coco so you will know what she looks like. She is really sweet, just really slow. I will slip away later to to take my run. Right now we are goin to go for a nice long soak and swim in the pond.

My Little Sister  Coco

Written By My Mom Cathy Collar
Because I Tess Do Not Have Thumbs or Fingers

Tess the Mess and the Treat Defeat

Tess The Mess & 

The Treat Defeat

Hi! It's ME Again! Tess!

This is the story about how I almost died because I was a very bad doggie.

You see, I had been

going through an I can't get enough to eat spell. I didn't know why, but for some reason I was hungry ALL OF THE TIME! Mom took me to vet Angie and Angie said that she did not understand why I am was not gaining weight and why I wanted to eat ALL OF THE TIME! I got vitamins and canned dog food, and dried dog food, but it still wasn't enough. I couldn't get full. Because I got the canned dog food mom fed me in the old farm house so Big Black Mamma, Shadow, woudn't steal my food. Shadow LOVES canned dog food!

     On this particular day mom filled my dish with my delicious concoction and then went to feed the rest of her furry family closing the door behind her. I ate all of my food and waited patiently by the door for her to come back. I waited and waited and waited, but no mom. I got to thinking maybe she forgot I was in there. I started to whine. I whined and whined and whined. I stopped to listen for her footsteps. No mom, but I did hear something. It was coming from the grate dad had put over a hole in the floor. My curiosity got the better of me (ADHD) so I HAD to check it out. I went over to the grate and sniffed. There was a faint smell of rat, but something else was there. Something that smelled WONDERFUL. It made my mouth water. I HAD to have it!  
     I sniffed, and sniffed and finally found the delicious treat underneath a cement block by the hole. It took some effort, but I got it out and oh it tasted sooo good. 
     I was laying there, enjoying my treat when mom came back to let me out. She took one look at me and went BERSERK! She grabbed my special treat and tossed it up on the counter top way out of my reach. Then she took me outside and stuck her fingers down my throat. I just looked at her like she was crazy. I wondered what had happened to her while I was inside the house? I looked around the farmyard and everything looked peaceful enough, so why was mom acting weird? 
     After about three pokes down my throat, she loaded me in the big car and took me to town. On the way, I heard her talking to vet Angie about me. When we got to the town house, mom put me on a tie out and went into the house. I still couldn't figure out what was going on. I lie down under the tree to ponder the situation. My stomach growled and gurgled. Maybe I had eaten just a little too much. I thought I’d just sleep it off. 
     I had just closed my eyes ready for a good long nap when mom popped back outside with something in her hand. She said something about me needing to puck the rat poison I had eaten and Angie said that hydrogen peroxide (whatever that was) would make me do that. RAT POISON? I had just enough time to digest that thought when she poked a syringe in my mouth and squirted the nastiest stuff I had every tasted (and believe me I have tasted some really nasty stuff) right down my throat.

     First it bubbled in my mouth then all the way down my throat. It hit my tummy and within seconds all of my wonderful dinner lie on the ground. Mom grabbed my lead and took me to the run pen. Then she did the craziest thing! She scooped up my puck, dumped it in a trash bag and threw it into the big metal tin thing in the alley. 
     I didn’t quite understand what had happened until I got back out to the farm and talked to Big Mamma Black Shadow. She explained to me that the yummy treat I had found in the house was put there by dad to kill the rats that were eating our dog food and if mom hadn’t made me upchuck, I WOULD BE DEAD! 
     I could not believe it. My tasty treasure would have killed me. It is a good thing I have a good mommy. I have learned my lesson and I will never ever, ever eat anything like that again. But I am gonna find that dang rat and make him pay for eating my dog food!

Written By My Mom

Cathy Collar

Because I don't Have Thumbs or Fingers

Tess The Mess "The Tale Behind the Skunk's Behind"

Tess The Mess and The Tale Behind the Skunks Behind.

Hi! It’s me Tessy! I’ve been takin it easy out on the farm and finally feel like my old self. Since it has been hotter than a pig in a roastin pit outside, I’ve not been out for any of my usual adventures. But while I was recuperating Big Black Mama, Shadow told me some tales that happened before I became a member of the family. This one is about a naughty little skunk that caused a lot of trouble for dad. You’re gonna love it!

It was a beautiful fall night. Mom and dad were sound asleep when all kinds of ruckus erupted outside. All six dogs, including Shadow, were barkin like a bunch of wild coyotes. Prissy, the small inside dog let off her warning bark. This caused mom and dad to shoot right up in bed, hearts racing like a wildcat. They both got up as Prissy, a Pekinese, ran to the door. She barked and hopped and growled but dad wouldn’t open it. He and mom already knew what the problem was cuz they smelled the nasty stench seeping through the house. It was a darned old skunk. (I’ve tackled a few of these nasty critters too, but that’s another story.) Prissy didn’t get to go out and everyone went back to bed hoping the stinky varmint would soon be on his way. It was a false hope. The dogs barked all night long.

Now there were two dogs out there that particularly, didn’t like skunks, but more important than that was the fact that they were both trying to gain the title of top dog. Max had been top dog for more than four years, but then he had to go and father pups. He had no idea at the time that one of those pups would get to stay and would be just as stubborn as he was. Freckles was that pup.

The next morning dad went out to the kennels to fetch the dead skunk and haul him and his nasty self off to the country while mom headed to Amarillo for the weekend. Dad looked in all the kennels for the body, but all he found was a skunk’s tail in Freckles pen. He decided to further investigate cuz dad is like that. He has to check everything out. He let Freckles out in the yard and went on his search. No dead skunk in the water bucket. No dead skunk in the swimin pool. No dead skunk under the doghouse cuz the skunk was still alive! That stinky varmint had buried himself under Freckles doghouse. He was alive, but just barely.

Dad decided it was best to leave him there until he was dead for sure just to be safe, if you know what I mean. Well just as dad was about to leave Freckles pen Max climbed over his kennel fence and bolted straight for Freckles. Freckles turn and there they were dumb and son of dumb (That’s what dad called ‘em) locked in a battle for head honcho.

Big Black Mama Shadow barked and barked at ‘em but they just kept on fightin. Dad got the water hose and sprayed them dogs smack in the face, but they just kept on fightin. Finally dad had enough! He grabbed Max’s collar and bopped him on the nose. That must of got Max’s attention cuz he finally let loose of Freckles neck. Then dad opened the garage door and threw Max in there. Freckles headed after Max, but dad caught him and made him sit. You won’t believe what happened next. As dad and Shadow were catchin their breath, they looked out at the kennels and there was that darn skunk. That stinky rascal slowly made his way out of the kennel and down the alley, minus one tail. Dad and Shadow just shook their heads in disbelief.

So if you’re ever out in our part of the country and see a skunk runnin around without a tail, you know the story behind his behind.

Written by My Mom Cathy Collar

because I don’t have thumbs or fingers.

Into the Light

It's LIVE!
SQueeee!
My Inspirational Fairy Tale is Live today!

Here is where you can get yours
Into the Light
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Time to have some FUN!

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Isn't this just the cutest critter you've ever seen!

A Great book for your Tween!

Summer Vacation is almost here! Send your child on a trip that they will never forget!
The McCory Chronicles: Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth

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MOTHER'S DAY

In Memory of My Mother

The Lovely Lou Anne

By Cathy Collar

You reveled in the beauty of the world around,

The sweet fragrance of hyacinths, as they pierce the ground.

The brightly colored daffodils, bobbing toward the sun.

The robin and the meadow lark, when their song is sung.

Turkey, quail, and raccoon, fed in your backyard.

On the creek the beavers worked so
diligent and hard.

At the dawn, or at the dusk, a deer might shyly tread

To graze among the blossom growing in the flower bed.

Horses prancing,  pawing, neighing, running just for fun,

The wonder of the sunset, when the day is done.

As ashes drift with the breeze and settle to the ground,

The beauty of your soul enhances everything around.

We’ll hear your laughter in the song, the birds sing everyday.

We’ll see your grace and beauty through the creatures as they play.

And in the haven by the creek, which you have chosen well,

Eternally your soul will keep and your memory will dwell. CLC

 

I Love & Miss You Mom

Happy Easter!

The CrossBy C. L. Collar

The Cross; there it stands
Bold and brave.
The symbol of a miracle worker
Who made man out of clay.
Through six suns and six moons
The earth he carefully made.
And rested a well earned rest,
On the seventh day.

The Cross; stands there reminding me
Of all the things he did.
He sent a son from heaven above
To live as we all live.
He taught us of goodness and kindness
And our sins he did forgive.
And what did we repay him with
But cruelty, all the time he lived.

The Cross; reminds me most of all
Of Jesus being crucified.
After all he did, all he helped
And oh how hard he tried,
To teach us of the Lord above
Who had given us all life.
And his repay for all he did,
Was to be crucified.

The Cross; now is a symbol
Of the holiness in this land.
Where almost everyone worships
The man whose giant hand.
Carved this world into what is today,
But I still don’t  understand.
Why it took us all so long to find,
The Holy King Of Man.

Natrional Poetry Month

Today I am celebrating National Poetry Month and Easter with this inspirational poem. I hope you like it.

I Touched The Hand of God Today

I touched the hand of God today

and I was blown away.

A newborn’s touch of innocence

to bless me on this day.

I saw the hand of God today

and I was blown away.

The young girl said they are all jerks

 her friend brushed tears away.

I touched the hand of God today

and I was blown away.

The young man handed me the drugs

then he knelt down to pray.

I heard the hand of God today

and I was blown away.

The mother said, “Take that truck back

to steal is not God’s way.”

I touched the hand of God today

and I was blown away.

Wrinkled and rough, the old man’s hands

as he went home today.

It's National Poetry Month!

To Be a Butterfly

By Cathy Collar

I’d love to be a butterfly, so beautiful and free,

To float along with the clouds, all the world to see.

I’d like to be a butterfly, and flutter till I settle,

On a soft and colorful, velvet rose petal.

To drift from flower to flower and blend in beautifully,

With my many glorious colors, shinning joyously.

If I could be as carefree as a butterfly,

I would not be afraid to live or afraid to die.

I would not have to worry of what was planned to come.

I would just be proud to know,

That God’s will was done.

Twiddle Fun

Twiddle Fun

By C.L. Collar

Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum,
Went outside for a run.
Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,

"I think we are too round to run."
Said Twiddle Dum to Twiddle Dee,
"Then we will walk to the trees."

Twiddle Dum and Twiddle Dee,

Decided to climb a tree.
Said Twiddle Dum to Twiddle Dee,
"We are too short to climb a tree."
Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"Then we will hop to have or fun."

"Now, let's do what we do best!
It's more fun than all the rest!"
They put their arms around there chests,
And then the two rolled down the hill.
They rolled and rolled just for the thrill.

Twiddle Dum and Twiddle Dee,
Sat down underneath the tree.
Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"We have walked and hopped for fun.
Then we rolled for the thrill,
Down the steep and bumpy hill."

Said Twiddle Dee to Twiddle Dum,
"I like to play outside for fun,
But I see the setting sun.
Which means our time for play is done.
We must head home now, Twiddle Dum."

A Simple Poem

Today, tomorrow and always, I hold these things to be true.
The Simple Things ~
 
I believe in the simple things,
Of song and magic and angel wings.
Of days of mirth and days of grief
Of tiny moments of disbelief
Of gentle hearts and spirits bold
Of memories to have and hold. ~
C.L. Collar

Finding Fey ~ (Into the Light)

Into the Light

By: C.L. Collar

“No! The light will show him where I am. I have to hide until he isn’t angry anymore. The darkness is where I belong. I must try to be a better wife. I am a failure. I can’t do anything right. Now go away before he sees you and finds me.”

            The globe expanded to form a large white oval. Celeste scooted farther back into her corner. Now what was coming for her? Should she try to escape through the door? What if Vincent was back? No, anything would be better than what awaited her there. She made herself as small as possible shrinking into the hard rough wall. Celeste held her breath as she stared intensely at the bright oval light.

            A hand emerged holding a white willow wand. A dainty foot dressed in a blue satin slipper followed the delicate hand. Finally, a glorious fairy emerged. She was clothed in a gown of pure white and subtle hues of blue. Her dark hair was adorned with a sparkling crown of blue feathers edged in bright white light. Feathered wings of blue tipped in pale pink shades of dawn flowed from her back. As she stepped through the oval, Celeste gasped. She was magnificent.

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Finding Fey Excerpt (Night Magic)

Night Magic

By: C. L. Collar

The troop led him to a high cliff and there laid down the sacred fruit of their realm. As Brandon watched from his hiding place in the trees, he saw a faint glow in the midnight sky. The illumination grew closer, and he gasped in amazement. Brilliant turquoise, luscious green, and vibrant blue lights transformed into a glorious Moon Dragon. The dragon’s wings spread wide as he glided through the dark night sky, ending his entrance by perching on a sliver of silver moon. There he sat, gazing at all of them with opalescent eyes.

The fairies bowed and began another chant,

 “Draco, Draco, we come to you this night.

With blessings and our sacrifice we plead for your insight.

 Please touch our hearts with wisdom, ignite our consciousness,

 And bless us with a sprinkling of

 The magic you possess.”

Iridescent turquoise wrapped Draco's body. Dark purple wings glistened from his back. Brandon watched as the glorious dragon let out an ardent roar and soared toward the Milky Way. Tilting his wings, he dove into it covering his scales with the thick milky fluid.

Draco then plummeted toward the troop. The fairies didn’t flinch. Each lifted cupped hands above its head in earnest anticipation. As Draco devoured the distance between them Brandon could see a delighted smile form on the dragon's lips. He was sure Draco was going to swoop down and grab one of the divine beings and carry it back to his lair. But then something amazing happened.

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To Steal a Heart

To Steal A Heart

By C. L. Collar

The room was bathed in moonlight

As through the door he crept

Into the inns small quaint room

Where the Dark Haired Beauty Slept.

T’was along the roadside,

His first glimpse received.

It brought a pounding to his heart,

A weakness to his knees.

His first plan was to rob her,

Her coach expressed her wealth.

Instead, his heart she stole from him,

He could not help himself.

But nay, she was a lady.

Far above the likes of him.

He gazed at her in slumber,

Through the window light so dim.

A Highwayman, a Robber,

That’s what he was, a Rake.

He should leave her room this instant,

For his own heart’s sake.

As he swiftly turned to leave,

His cloak caressed her face.

She stirred and shifted in her bed

Suddenly awake!

She saw him in the shadows.

Her heart leapt to her throat.

Somehow she found her voice,

As she softly spoke.

Please do not harm me sir,

For I am truly unarmed.

Take what you want of purse and jewel

But please leave me unharmed.

Nay, tis not your Jewelry,

Or your purse that is at stake.

Tis you my dark haired beauty,

That I have come to take.

What he saw in the moonlight,

Was not fear in her eyes.

She knew panic would not help

She must stay calm and wise.

You flatter me, my dear sir

Place me above my jewels.

My rubies, my emeralds,

And my exquisite pearls.

Oh yes, though I must confess,

Your pearls are quite exquisite.

They were not and are not now

The purpose for my visit.

Sir what you plan to take,

Will give you no pleasure.

Tis that which only hold dear

And will always treasure.

If you are a master thief,

And skilled at your art,

And if you must steal from me,

Then let it be my heart.

A Red Black Rose appeared,

From where she could not tell.

It’s fragrance unlike any

She had ever smelled.

It mingled with his musky scent,

She felt her heart surrender.

As his firm lips captured hers,

A kiss to be remembered.

Awaking to the morning light

The night was such a blur.

Was it a dream, had he been there,

She could not know for sure.

As questions wandered in her head,

The Red Black Rose she spied.

On it a satin ribbon,

Where a small note was tied.

Breathing the heady fragrance,

As the note she read.

She was not sure if she were pleased,

Or sad by what it said.

To my Dark Haired Beauty,

Whom I may no more see,

Know this; I did not steal from you,

Anymore  than you from me.

Let the Black Red Rose remind you,

Though we be worlds apart.

We will always hold the treasure,

Of each others Heart.