Way of Thorns
Love, is the way to your garden
Through the slow, narrow way of thorns?
Holy promise of our pardon
Oh Love, Love, Love in human form
Love, for the fragrance of your rose
Oh let my low heart be pierced too;
For there's no life but to compose
An eternal song Love, with you
Love, let me speak in roses
And with you bear all the thorns
Garden that never closes,
Oh Love, for the loveless torn
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