The king comforts me

I will take my scepter the blessed rose.

I will bless your lips with it.

Thus, your words become my own.

The blessed rose points to your heart.

Then the rose points to your lips.

I will send you on the path you must go.

Lo, there are many who protest.

The people have forgotten the principle of love.

They walk the streets in anger.

You have the power of good in your heart.

The people protest what their hearts can’t see.

I look upon all I love.

I will not leave my people to wolves.

I keep my children near my heart.

I will guide them past hate in my love.

Copyright(c) Shamela 3 / February / 2012