These binds about me,
Torment me not.
They wind around me,
Like vines, surround me,
Ne\'er do I wish them cut.
These binds about me
Are binds of love.
These chains that hold me;
Never release me.
I wish never to be free
From these binds of love.
They do not strangle,
But sweetly embrace.
They lay on my skin
As delicate lace.
I ask not for freedom
From these binds of love;
So pure...
...So true...
...A gift from above.