Love Song for the Poetically Challenged

Words and Music ©2003 by Monique M Bouchard, known in the Society as Aneleda Cytheria Falkonbridge.

"This song is for my wondeful lord, and is also for the Baroness of Bridge and Melisunde's brother, Ralph."

Oh she’ll hang me
then she’ll boil me
and she’ll cut me in half thrice
if I cannot speak
some whisper sweet
that will somehow come out nice

for my love is not a dainty rose
but is hardy, tall and strong
like that golden flower in yonder field
tha' feeds the birds the whole year long

my love is wise as the lovely trees
all gathered in the wood -
not that skinny dancing willow she
but the grand old oak so good!

Oh she’ll hang me
then she’ll boil me
and she’ll cut me in half thrice
if I cannot speak
some whisper sweet
that will somehow come out nice

Oh my love is not the dancing wave
that flits along the shore
but the giant rock of the ocean cliff
that stands forever more.

I have seen the love of many fair maids
though none so brave and true -
Dear, if I wanted just the fairest maid,
I’d not be in love with you!

(the Lady replies)

Oh I'll hang you
and I'll boil you!
and I would cut you in half thrice
but you have not said
one single word
that was not fair and nice

You say I am strong as the sturdy oak
that flimsy I will not be,
nor a sweet and sheltered ,fading rose
that the sun will never see!

True, the fairest maid may not be I
of those across the land,
but my love for you is solid rock
while they are grains of sand.

So I’ll hang - your coat
and I’ll boil - some tea
and the new bread I will slice.
Now give up for me
your poetry
here just come and kiss me thrice.

So I’ll hang your coat
and I’ll boil some tea
and the new bread I will slice
now give up for me
your poetry
here just come and kiss me thrice

yes give up for me / I'll give up for thee
your poetry / my poetry
here just come and kiss me thrice.

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