Laurelled Love

And in that grove, upon that heath

where we lay down to sleep

they wove, for you, a wedding wreath

from tears they’d made you weep.

 

With thorns, entwined, to bite my brow

they wove, for me, a crown

to mock me, as a sacred cow,

and cast me as a clown.

 

But in that grove we slept secure

in love, deep as the sea.

With laurelled love

we could endure,

like Christ, nailed to that tree!