The Passionate Adolescent to His Love
Come live with me. Come be my love
Under the light of God above
Just come with me, I'll be thy shield
We shall reap what our love shall yield
For much more hours than the clock
I'll sit with you and we'll just talk
Of life and love, the rise and fall
Some days we may not speak at all
I will be thine, you'll be my rose
How long or where we'll be, who knows?
Pack your gown, your cap, your girdle
Our love shall grow where ground's fertile
Long after our bells take their toll
Our hearts shall remain to be full
Tis your hand I'll love, kiss, and hold
Once we run where "no" is not told
We must find where our new life buds
Where troubles hide and passion floods
If all this thou wants me to prove
Then far away, with me, you'll move
Give your promise, I'll give a ring
All I want is you each morning
Come with me, my angel, my dove
Come live with me and be my love.
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