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Lend Yourself to Me
On bent knee, my palm gently kissing her hand.
If I needed to smith a sword she was my searing heat.
If I needed to craft a ship she was my impenetrable weld.
If I needed to fly she was the wind beneath my wings.
I had never been able to do anything without her.
Once again I beseeched her to lend herself to me.
Her dark brown eyes probed mine in keenness
Discerning the nobility of my plea, if to heed
If I am to set sail amidst the flooding waves of life
I’d need her as my anchor
If I am to brave the fog and the winter cold
I’d need her to radiate against my skin
If I am to fashion a generation of impeccable humans
I’d need only her to be.
Once again I entreated her to lend herself to me.
Her eyes came out of my deeps, sparkling with satisfaction
And a curve of her lips preceded the calm in her answer
I give myself to you!
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