My Love

Remember this
above all else my love.
Thou need never be shy
with me, my love.
Ask the earth of me
ask the very stars:
almost anything would
I freely give to thee.

Bar that
which righteousness forbids me.

I am yours
whenever you need me.
As fleet and swiftly
as the deer
I come to you
when trouble’s near.
My love.


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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