Thine Minstrel
Ah sweetest of thee thine minstrel
How thou sing’st away loves notes
Void of care well pleased in thine delights
As the fair season buds sprays
O’ the sweetest of flowers to thine heart
I am thine heart thy cup to thine soul
For what dear gift cannot be declared
A gift not spare to me of thine bounty
Thou dost sing most marvelous well
Well pleased love bade me welcome
It doth warm hands sprung from beautie
O’ be mine still and make thee whole
Lillies speak to me softness and purity
Thee music speaks to thy heart
Thy Creator’s goodness declared
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
August 23, 2012
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