Vow

Sire,

I want no longer thy immediate return

Instead I humbly cherish a soft fire that shall burn

And at that peaceful hour thou art set against me

Be it in my shameful power that I then will find thee.

I vow to endure whatever silver and whatever gold

I vow to carress everything warm and everything cold,

So with a touch I know where thou art at the time

And if, with ages, thou shall again be mine.

For what do I gain from leaving thee run free

And what sense does my word contain as it be

Hath my eye lost a strength of which I was in need

And doth I speak alone or perhaps dost thou heed?

Gone is everything, beyond the insolence I feign

But thy distinguish is good, and well thou are sustained

But then again, thou dost not care for my solitary sake

For why then did thou not care about the heart to break?