Rock of My Life

Oh, my own, how I love, Oh, my life's balm, mine humble dove; Untiring, steadily, you lift me above, Your Vicar exact I never can have. I've roamed round and roved mine eye, To many a neighbor-maid and passers-by; None mine heart did enter as deep and high, As freely did thee, and I know not why! It caresses mine heart your simple ray, You mine lip do bite like... I feel no better a way; Your stalk bubbles my nerve, and I seem to say, "A perfect angel that knows no disarray!" I draw verve from thee for dreams to do, Your guides me to oil I never can poo-ooh; And when sometimes me challenges outdo, On thine bosom I never can miss solace too. Ah, I need to see you forever near, Bold is our love, closer is no other peer; My wreath my breath, thine love I hear, My love my move, mine life you steer.