Gunnlöð



Gunnlöð

My Beloved,
You are a mountain in my soul;
A sentinel of greatness,
A foundation of home.

You are the rock upon which
Delling's door opens
Pouring divine light into the world.

You are the post and lintle
To my heart of hearts.
You are the foundation
Of my soul.

Upon you my enemies are crushed
As sea and storms battle
Upon your stone brows.

Upon you I drape my soft body
Prone to your power
Yielding to your touch.

I am yours, as Daughter of the Mountain.
You are mine, as Mountain to the Woman.

Between the two of us,
The bubbling springs from under
The great Yggdrasil flows.

- Christina Marvel

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