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;"