Do not kneel down to me unless you care, 
And wish to guide my path to gentler lust,
For I will know what hopes that you lay bare.
Seek only that which leads to tempered trust.

Caress my strings of love with tender hands,
And play my heart with prodigal extremes,
Thus, I will know that loving you withstands
The foolish lashings in my fearful dreams.

Your features, with their auburn hair adorned,
Show dignity and grace, bright emerald eyes,
And smile at hapless touches always scorned,
Then holding fast, know true love never dies.

And ever will submission bear the cost,
Bestowing on your vision what was lost.