Please

If I could swear, I would so dare
to surrender you the hold
o'er all my sweat and toil and pain
and love you as so told.

Over all my time, all the hours
that could be devoted to,
holding high with stiffened back
the pedastal 'neath you.

Devotion in its clearest form,
if transparent love you're after,
to wash away my worldly woes
by bathing in your laughter.

The product of my everything
I would wrench out, for you.
To be distracted by your smile:
Please wield it as you do.

I'll hide my head 'midst labyrinth
of hurdles great and small.
Your vainest whims three-hundred fold
revere World's, afterall.