Love's Week
Loving me beyond words
Even to the fall you rode
On a donkey never sold
Each step towards misery
A king’s entry with branches
We played our part with dances
Partake in the feast soonest
With the 12 we’ll feast
Blessings from the top to the least
Wash not my feet, not mine
Speak not always this much
All a part of me must do such
Bathe me with your love then
If you may, wash me whole
Mankind, be kind and serve the soul
Feed on me I give you
Fruit of the vine
Take all that is mine
Despise me not whilst I love thee
A friend lost for thirty
Kisses also come from friends unworthy
Upon bended knees cast your cares
Together we should fight hardship
But a cock reveals a true friendship
Whips, scorns and thorns revealed true love
Spits, insults and pains bagged your troubles
Calvary here I come in struggles
On this wood we won all
All for love,
Taken from above
Roses are red
Violets are blue
It is finished, I love you
Copyright © Androvish Berrian | Year Posted 2020
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