Thy Careful Love Comments

Death wilt fail to ultimate shed When thy warm Preferring buss Wilt make a protective bevel. Thy arms and profound embrace wilt make for me the highest heaven

Wilt thou not lift me onto thy chest When the ring wilt call my name? The rain wilt fall making pattering sound, The sound of murmuring wind wilt invoke. What if death wilt usher my name! Thy cosy breast wilt be my real rest