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If you let me,

I would dedicate everything to you,

From everything I see,

To the most menial tasks I do,

I can no longer offer to you my flesh,

My body ails and my heart shakes,

But I shall create a place where you can rest,

A space where you can create,

The world was truly dedicated when shaping you,

From the clay that made man,

And from the rib he took, she grew,

All I could was pray and thank,

For the woman in front of me,

For her glistening smile,

For all that she is and she could be,

I will gladly go through all hellish trials,

My paramour, my woman, my she

I had never known my purpose,

Roaming this effervescently void sphere,

Until I came across you, my thorny rose,

I understand now, our purpose dear,