And when shall you be my guide
my heart, through the peril I will abide
when will you be my mantle
and make all my woes so little?
that I will care no more for my deeds
or panic myself for my needs,
that I will be frail all the while
while you treat me as too fragile
but can you love, in your love
withdraw awhile from your strive
and treat me like a frolic spouse?
or for the sake of my state bear my grouse
when i in gentle language speak.
for if i am not in child and sick
you would you were a soaring bed
and watch me soar the sky strongly in my bed.
©thegladden
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