I stand supplicate to you my love.
Your hold upon me can demand no less.
It is vice-like,
Preventing escape but not constricting.
A gentle bind which calls little enough demand for freedom.
For why would I wish to escape from love
Why would I want to run from you
You are all there is to me
All with whom I would wish to be.
To be bound to you, in heavenly embrace,
Is my paradise on earth.
There is little more that I would want from life.
And for that, I thank you.