What could I give you?
My heart -
Plain and wounded
With scourges
Contained.
My strength -
Bitter and weary
Dumbfounded
In pain.
My life -
Battered and scarred;
In vile measures
Obtained.
My whole -
Ashes to ashes
From dust
Ordained.
What should I give you?
Let it be
The love
Restrained.
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