not to be held, but to hold?
And if given enough to hold,
I might be okay not being held?
Then give me many of your own to hold,
and then hold me with your arms,
whose strength never sways,
never in storm or calm.
Is it not better, since the strength of man
can not even exceed the strength
of a newborn vole
lest you hold his arms?
I shall direct the longings of my heart toward you,
and wish and imagine them around me,
If you yet find the desire to keep me to yourself,
My heart is yours, and it shall find its way to no one else;
but I beg that you let me feel your arms encircling me-
and that the shivers that remind me no mortal will come-
you'd let them earthquake out of me
into the deepest earth's core.
Take my dreams,
so that the one who has been forever caught in them
will be freed to dance away
til all is forgotten and dead,
and I, I shall live and hold and die.
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