The Broken Wing/Devotion

​8. Devotion

Take my flesh to feed your dogs if you choose,Water your garden-trees with my blood if you will,Turn my heart into ashes, my dreams into dust—Am I not yours, O Love, to cherish or kill?
Strangle my soul and fling it into the fire!Why should my true love falter or fear or rebel?Love, I am yours to lie in your breast like a flower,Or burn like a weed for your sake in the flame of hell.
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