Opus 1859: Avowal

Phillip A. Ellis

Unto thee I give my all: from my heart
   unto my breath that dies forlorn. In loving
   thee shalt I know the bliss of true becoming,
redeemed by the highest, purest form of art.

Kiss me I pray, thy mouth a salving breath
   that makes me delay departure--time halts
   as kiss upon kiss I bestow. No faults
mar my sight, neither does despair nor death.

Only thee shall I worship; shalt thy vow
   fret and dismay in uncertainty? Come, say
   unto me thy mind: I'm thy heart, I pray,
causing neither marks nor mars on thy brow.

Unto thee I give my all, and I low
bow down before thee thy worshipper--know.

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