For Miss B. . . .ll

1

Just like love is mans desire
Now the thorn and then the briar
Wounds but never kills desire
Just like Love

2

On he journey's ever on
Sorrow soon as past is gone
Kisses make the world his own
Such is love

3

Just like love the wild hedge rose
Blushing in the thorns it blows
Wounds its worshipers repose
The lot of love

4

True love lies bleeding every hour
Still 'tis heavens eternal flower
Blooming by the lovers bower
Eternal love

5

Sun's may lower and storms may rise
Heaven and earth may loose their skies
Yet naught shall dim in those bright eyes
That truely love

6

Love blooms in brightest flowers
Love spreads the greenest bowers
The heaven of lifes hours
Is one true love
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