A Loving Roe

Oh loving Roe, how can it be

You've come to walk beside of me?

I turn to leave, she follows nigh;

A loving roe now by my side.

She frolicks in the pastures fair,

The sunlight glistens in her hair;

In merriment I laugh and play,

my loving roe has come to stay.

I pant for water, cool and clear,

My loving Roe, she draweth near;

I drinketh full, my thirst abates,

My loving Roe doth satiate.

My step is weary, my head drops low,

I gaze upon my loving Roe;

She lieth near me, still and sweet,

Till I can get back on my feet.

I lose my way, in fear I cry,

and look into her tender eye;

And there reflected back I see,

A man of strength and dignity.

My loving Roe, she follows near,

I sense danger, she perks her ears;

And keeps a watch upon my lead,

My loving Roe, she trusteth me.

She skips and splashes near the stream,

In sunlight fair, her hair doth gleam;

I jump and sport with bucks for show,

They wonder at my loving Roe.

My heart is light, I stand up tall,

Strong and Brave, she hears my call;

With gentle steps she draweth nigh,

My loving Roe doth satisfy.

My gentle fawn, so fair and dear,

Her love is constant year by year;

How did you come to love me so

And be a faithful, loving Roe?

Author Liz V.C.

"Let her be as a loving hind and pleasant roe;"
Proverbs 5:19