"Thou Art My Kind Pink Sweetbrier"

Thou art my kind pink sweetbrier
And I am an exquisite bough
Thy fine shell, shall never be nere
The road shall no longer be rough
Thy mind shall be extremely touch
I love thee so much, I could kill
And my heart cannot get enough
Of thee, thou do strengthen my will
And my love shall gently fulfill
Thy needs, and thou shall love me more
Then...