Don't call. Without any summons
I'll reach the shrine.
And droop my head in even silence
To your feet fine.
I will your orders shyly listen
And will remain
To catch our meetings, short and instant,
And wish again.
I fell before your passions' power,
Before its wave,
Sometimes -- a serf; sometimes -- a lover;
Always -- a slave.
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Comments1The imagery felt a bit excessive and generic. The emotions depicted weren’t strongly conveyed, leaving me rather unimpressed overall.