Show MY LADY HAVEl PATIENCE I I I Dear love the cold days of our discontent i i Drew suddenly and sweetly to a close And in the waste where strife and wteJatc soc sow went sOI I We found a rose Yet In qur hearts may some old wound remain Some lingering wound that Heth as a snare Needs must we very softly go lest pain Strike sharp and unaware pan Your hands touch lightly but I fear for mine Your voice sings low sing but harsh and loud my song If with our loves some discord Intertwine Dear heart be still and strong I Black and White Ak v p |