Be Loved

The thought that you would walk the Earth alone

Would be a thought insane, devoid of reason,

To my sincerest love – a blocking stone,

To my devotion pure – an act of treason.



Yet I cannot prevent my errant mind

From thinking of the one who has the honour

To be the only woman at your side,

The slave of your sweet beauty and its owner.



I tend to wonder if she is aware

That in her hands she holds a mighty treasure

To whom no mortal riches can compare,

One to be loved beyond all earthly measure.



Does she provide you comfort when you’re weak

And seek to be caressed and understood?

Does she admire you when you reach the peak?

I truly hope she does,

                                            Because I would.



I would do all of that and even more,

Your joy – my higher purpose, day and night,

But the almighty fate has chosen her

To be the utmost source of your delight.



Let me express my sentiments therefore,

A testament for you to never read:

Be loved, my own belovèd1 ; be adored

By me in words alone, by her – in deed2 .

Footnotes
1  Read as three syllables
2  1 John 3:18 “My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.”