Put rings on my fingers or ropes on my wrists.
Speak roughly or kindly if you think it'll work.
Put me through the wringer or promise a kiss
or honor or money or the ends of the earth.

Shall I give my life to please you
when you don't love me, and you don't mean to?

Put wine on the table or salt in my wounds.
Dress me up in purple or in nothing at all.
My lover is lord of the stars and the moon
and they all run for cover at the sound of his call.

Spill my blood if I displease you,
but don't pretend you didn't mean to.

Agnes

Song-Scribbler Extraordinaire
Romulus Rues pays both homage to his grandfather, his love of alliterations, and his guitar Rue. 



I make some of my own music but I don't think it goes here.

Agnes

Harrison Lemke