I'd give myself, without reserve, to your sweet being---body, limbs belong to you, as you may wish, my hand's own palm then touch your ****.
If you're my fairy, I your elf, whom would you see as happy then? Your friend who's here, who offers all he has : an off'ring to your heart.
No depth of soul discovered have as yours, in what you ponder, love, and speak to my abysmal deep. O, might I live from nothing less, my dear, and from your image sweet !