Held by Love | A Song for House Leuven

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ISSUED BY

ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔫 𝔏𝔢𝔲𝔳𝔢𝔫

ON THIS 16TH OF JULA AG DROBA, 576 E.S. 

 

 

Scelera non nostrorum.

 

꒰ ♱ ⊱─────────⊰ ✶ ⊱─────────⊰ ♱ ꒱

 

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢

 

꒰ ♱ ⊱─────────⊰ ✶ ⊱─────────⊰ ♱ ꒱

 

I was not born a Leuven, but a child of revelry—one who lost it all too soon. By the grace of one of your fiercest, I came, in time, to bear the name Leuven with pride. And since then, I have lived far longer as a stag than ever I did as an outcast.

 

In my early days, I knew not what to do with my newfound pride. Perhaps, after my vows were made, I stagnated. It was at the gentle behest of a doe, forever cherished by me, dearest Mahaut. I came to pen this song upon learning the history of our forebearers. However vague it may seem, the does and stags of this house will understand what it means: to keep moving ever onward.

 

Remember our trials, the greatest of tribulations. And at my behest, press ever onward. For the sins of our fathers are not our own. 

 

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I believe, though I’ve yet to see, that to be free, I need to breathe

I believe, though I’ve yet to see, that to be free, I need to breathe

To see the love, the love

Love, love, love

 

For there was she who drew the lost in her wake, 

Through the chatter of the woods, 

To tread so softly, stepping so lightly

Lest a branch should break and she would wake

All that stood in the face of love,

Love, love, love

 

Beneath bough and breath, she tells herself 

I believe, though I’ve yet to see, that to be free, I need to breathe

I believe, though I’ve yet to see, that to be free, I need to breathe

To see the love, the love

Love, love, love

 

Through kingdoms vast, through rivers and plains,

She crossed every path,

Through the winds and the rains.

Bade by such whispers of strength,

She walked the path, her soul ordained, with love

Love, love, love

 

And to those who questioned, such words she sang: 

I believe, though I’ve yet to see, that to be free, I need to breathe

I believe, though I’ve yet to see, that to be free, I need to breathe

To see the love, the love

Love, love, love

 

Though fear arose, she stayed 

And to those who had gathered, 

She bade a truth, a gentle refrain

For deep in her heart, she’d known—

Wherever love lingered, there dwelt a home

Only ever with love, 

Love, love, love

 

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𝔖𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔢𝔡,

 

Forever Yours, Cardan Matteo van Leuven