Thy Hand As Mine Own

If this love be naught of my mind, body, and soul.
I take mine heart and shatter it upon the choice.

Impaled in triumph for the giving of it.
Laid in sorrow for the passions cried.

Raised in ecstasy, for the chance to try.
I do not yield to life’s slaying as some aught

Yet, I caress his hand intimately that is mine to savor.