My Lady Of Love

My Lady Of Love short poem

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The greatest gift that we might give
Is love, as long as we do live
Love, is such a selfless deed
Once given is most well received
Love that’s precious, love that’s sweet
She gives to all that she does meet
For with that glint within her eye
Her love she gives, to you and I
Love that comes in many guises
And brings to us the best surprises
And so to her a red rose gift
To warm her heart and spirit lift
Oh Divine Isis, Queen above
Forever give, your gift of love

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Fiona Jamieson

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Fiona Jamieson has been writing poetry since childhood and is currently embarking on her first published works. Her current work mixes mythology and fantasy, using the central character of the Goddess Isis. Her latest writing is around the Goddess 'search for wisdom' and we see her meeting some of the great minds of time. She considers the issues of knowledge and wisdom and the past and how this influences current thinking. She illustrates her own poetry. Fiona also writes war poetry.
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Saurin Desai
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Ironic that the name Isis can stand for two opposing ideas… may the goodness of the Goddess prevail over us all

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