Frail as I am to thee.
I came with not any choice but to be in thy hand forever free.
I love for I love to love and I love thee.
And I have found no peace than with thee nor I want anything more than thee.
For thou art my Love, my Life, my Bliss!
Lay me in thy hand... Please.
[this is not a lovey-dovey poem, mind you]
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