Love, devotion, care

Beattle

that bite the bun

with his loving drum

Hoping the sun

to cope and

melt the snow

with the flower

O, Beattle Brown

I know he is afraid

love will make me vain

'cause it is true and great

the way he makes

the whole deed

And I make a big deal

of what I feel

'cause he deserves

full of me

Have I lost my mind

under his feet?

If he would just step

one foot at a time

as I let it out

and teach me the rhythm of my breath

A kiss would do it

A kiss would help

but as his love

would make me vain

step upon my back

Unto your ordain

I surrend