mere_de_vii (mere_de_vii) wrote,
mere_de_vii
mere_de_vii

Brid one breere, briht brid one trewe
Kynd is come, of Love love to crave
Blithful bird, on me, one me thu rewe
Or greith, leef, greith thu me, thu me my grave
Ich am so blithe so briht one breere
Whan I see that hende, hendest in halle
He is whit of lim, of lim and leere
He is fayr, and flur, and flur of alle
Mihte ich hire, hir at wille have
Stedefast of love, loveli, trewe
Of mi sorw he may, he may me save
Joy and bliss wer er, wer er me newe.
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