Love can be stashed in a fair maiden’s pocket,
Love it in kind,
Don’t ever lock it,
Always keep her close in mind.
Love is a touch, that she wants very much,
Love her with diamonds, love her with pearls,
For onto thine heart she needs to clutch,
When deep inside your arms she curls,
Remember her always, deep in thine heart,
In your arms she found paradise,
As Cupid’s arrows did her dart,
Darling be not cold as ice,
Bring forth the seer,
When in the summer’s meadows, at noon dost thou roll.
©Livvi