Celia
Mackintosh.
Something
stirs inside,
More
than overlooking the loch,
Is
your deep and boundless beauty.
Here
at my place,
I
constantly see your sweet face,
Celebrated
beyond banks, upon Moy.
It
has been my great fortune,
More
than titles bequeathed,
To
have held you at times.
Children
came to grace us,
But
I never tired for anything,
You
were my rock and my shelter.
Sometimes
in the dead of night,
I
would wake just to watch you,
Listen
to you breathing softly.
No
man could have needed,
Nor
wanted more devotion or love,
Than
to be blessed by your smile.
And
finally as I leave you,
Remember
dear children, dear Celia,
I'm
so glad you were mine.
Lachlan
Mackintosh,
Head
of the Clan Mackintosh,
for
his wife Celia
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