Song 2.5 |Apples

Stay me, my strength fails;
With flagons from the cellar of your delights.
Comfort me, trouble hunts me,
With apples from the tree of life, heal me.
For I am slipping and slippery,
Sick of love, but not yours.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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