Unbroken by the ties of time

Unchallenged by death

Unknown by fearful hearts

Desired by those that know

its power

Its pleasure is

derived from pain

To acknowledge love is

to admit weakness...

I admit my weakness

to you daily,

I despise it,

need it, desire it,

and you have it�

I will never submit

to anyone,

but to you I crawl

to beg

for my poor,

miserly

serving of love