O’ Great Goddess,
Keeper of the Keys,
unlock the door to my heart.
Nurture and nestle me in your warm embrace,
holding me like mother would their child.
O’ Frige,
Great Queen of Osegeard,
I pour libations in your honor,
making troth with you daily.
Your husband may be the wanderer,
but you are firm and true,
settled at the hearth of my heart.
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