Clean Be Our Love

 

 

She comes to me fresh

As the sweetness of birth,

As fragrant and naked

As newly-turned earth;

As gayly as laughter,

As lightly as mirth;

As soft as a dove.

                

Clean be her love.

 

I come to her free

Of the wiles of desire,

As raw as comb honey

Unsullied by fire;

As open as flowers,

As pure as a lyre;

As warm as a glove.

                

Clean be my love.

 

We come to each other

With wonder and joy,

Our love and our hearts

And our souls to employ:

A knight for a girl,

A damsel for boy.

                

Clean be our love.

Clean be our love.