A Quarrelled Love

May one’s quorrows
Send one to and fro
May ones quorrows be love
Bitter as love may seem
And quorrowus as love may be
Love may also be sweet
So sweet
As such a tender kiss
Thou wish for love such as a tender kiss
For thou livith life to love
What life without love
May turn loving heart
To bitter stone
But life with broken love
Shant turn heart to stone
For what is broken
May be repaired
To bringth love again
And if thine love which be brought
Be true love
Thou art lucky
And thou must cherish think truelove dear
And thou mustn’t let thine true love go even through fear
For love hath no fear
Not of hate
Nor of death