🔵 By Thomas Riffenburg. Photo by lauragrafie.
The words, I love you, have never crossed my lips, for I am a man who has been cursed. Cursed by an oath of rashness, yet an oath none-the-less, sworn upon a time in which betrayal freshly clung to me like a hot iron. All through life I have given heartbreak after heartbreak, for those whom love me abandon me for lack of three words. Now one I love more than anything, is overflowing in anguish at my curse. Her heart longs for words which I swore I would not give. How was I to know the Norn’s would cast my fate so? Wretched man I am now, full of regret. Appeal to the Gods I must for whose wisdom is more than theirs…
“Goddess of the highest, Frigga, queen of the court of the Gods, to you I come, for I know not another in which to go. My heart aches, for the one it loves most no longer looks upon me in sweet tenderness, but only sadness, pain of deep places overflows and threatens to drown this beauty in sorrow. I seek not the absolving of my oath, for I am a man of honor, and no pain small or great, no sorrow unbearable can cause me to offend against honor, for then I would be no man at all, but instead I seek your wisdom, you who are of the wisest. Guide me in ways in which I may proceed, for she to me is my sunrise each and everyday, a necessity in which I fear my heart must keep in order to see life as a beauty and not a curse, for should I find a day in which she is not, I know I shall succumb to the wickedness that seeks each mans spirit, for truly all good would be for removed from me. Her smile is to me warmer than the flame of a great fire on a winters night, and she is to me a comfort not provided elsewhere but through the gift of love. If I could but speak openly to her I would say such. For if all these things do not speak of that which I cannot, if they do not declare more, if they don’t fill her heart with happiness and ease the yearns which she seeks, if they do not answer the hope she holds on to, with tender kisses of comfort, and wrap her fully into my hearts embrace, then I fear I have failed her…“
Softly the wind brings the queens words to my ear, for truly she has heard my words…
“Fear not, with words from the heart, your love is now in her grasp. For all your words I’ve spoken to her for you. Your oath is unbroken man of honor, and your love’s eyes water with tears of joy.”