Bury me in your very breast-
Where I can touch the place,
Which I long to not lost
And seldom touching of your chest.
Know that I am not there,
To be in a mere moment,
But to treasure and to cherish,
And your love wrapping and bare.
Hold me as I know your very ways,
Of Joy, dislike and hatred,
And all good things within our years
And good things within our days.
Hold fast not until the end,
But past the end, forever.
And love me as I do love you,
To love, treasure and defend.
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