The Ways You Love Me
Tell me the many ways that you love me.
The ways thus making thine heart mine alone.
Such treasure makes man feel as a king, Joan.
With thy love most blest I will ever be.
Do you not know that I would lay this life
down gladly evermore protecting you.
For I’ll provide and see your cares are few
when you are my soon ever wedded wife.
Hence I’ll want a son bearing my good name,
to be a godly person by his leave.
Who knows the right and parents never grieve,
who ne’er delights in life of sinful shame.
In wife, son and time, let goodness prevail.
Always let be a never ending tale.
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