Blessed Be My Love
Though snow be deep and cleanly cold
I do not care, for in my soul
I find the warmth of love divine,
of knight's strong lance in chalice mine.
A searing flame to scald the skin,
that penetrating lance within
the temple fair, the woman's place,
Oh! Note the bliss upon my face.
Yea bard of northern climes so far
I do beseech the brightest star
to shine with wisdom, peace and love
and keep thee bless-ed from above.
Brightest Blessings
Rebekah Boudiccea 12.25.00
