My Love* Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Remember this
above all else my love.
Thou need never be shy
with me, my love.
Ask the earth of me
ask the very stars:
almost anything would
I freely give to thee.

Bar that
which righteousness forbids me.

I am yours
whenever you need me.
As fleet and swiftly
as the deer
I come to you
when trouble’s near.
My love.


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