Within the Gower Peninsula, there stands a castle, standing on a hill with a magnificent view over the Swansea Bay in a little village called Mumbles. When I see it, it feels like a boundless love that fills the oceans enveloping the sky. It draws me in, to it making me feel as I belong here.
Its beauty flows like the beating wings of my heart, of its own accord, expanding farther than the farthest reaches of this world and the next.
It’s a kind of a love, that makes you take notice, and makes you listen to him and to the heart, ignoring whatever warnings, where Logic may provide. I want this kind of love that swells my heart and filling every crevice.
It’s not perfect, but it’s fragmented without holes. Without gaps. Without any restrictions. I want it to be accepted. To let everyone know “He’s mine and I’m his. Always.”
Love is like a castle, is sturdy, It is well-preserved, intricate and exciting to explore.
Oystermouth Castle was founded early in the 12th century. Of this first castle, which was probably a ringwork and bailey on the highest part of the hill, there is now no trace.
The castle later came to be the chief residence of the lords of Gower, and its history became intimately connected with that of Swansea Castle.
The castle was built after 1106 following the capture of Gower by the Normans. In 1116 the Welsh of Deheubarth retook the Gower Peninsula and forced William to flee which was put to the torch.
The castle was rebuilt soon afterwards, but was probably destroyed again in 1137 when Gower was once more retaken by the princes of Deheubarth.
The Londres or London family finally died out in 1215 when Gower was again taken by the Welsh under the leadership of Llywelyn the Great.
In 1220 the Welsh were expelled from the peninsula and the government of Henry III of England returned the barony of the Gower and Oystermouth Castle.
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