Master Poem by maria goodison

Master



Master take me in your hands and let me willingly

stay with you.

Master i follow you and ardor your every move i talk

when only taking to and beg for your forgiveness.

Master i am only your and i am happy to serve you

when ever you call.

Master you are my world my every breath the ink in my

pen the water in my cup.

Saturday, May 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: slave
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saadat Tahir 13 August 2014

ardent deeply religious and loaded in servile humility.... nice liked

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