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A Monchielle Of Love
Oh Monchielle of Love
thou fittest me like glove
inside His palm, His child,
aiming up like a dove
of love, truthful and wild.
Oh Monchielle of Love
unnotched from up above
ye knowest when to heal,
without the earthly shove
of sheltered, human creel.
Oh Monchielle of Love
your written word thereof
tells me I am worthy
Thou shalt be my ringdove
in my lonesome journey
Oh Monchielle of Love
receptacle of love
pannikin of my soul
thou fittest me like glove
cored inside, heaven's cove.
Copyright ©
Mystic Rose Rose
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