A medieval poem –
Love brought me . And love wrought me . Man, to be thy fere. (companion)
Love fed me . And love led me . And love left me here.
Love slew me . And love drew me . And laid me on my bier.
Love is my peace, For love release . Of man I purchased dear.
For dread thee nought, I have thee sought . To anchor near.
To haven thee . Safe in my lee, And keep thee from fear.
And so, Lent begins.