Working my end

Why YOU muffle
Your voice, towards
My beating heart
I gainsay not, thy
Compassion, nor
Have I, erected
Any citadel.
Why for, YOU
Pleasure thy bearing
Paining my heart

Come, come!
O thy greatness
For the sail together
Putting an orb
To thy vastness, and
Ocean waves. As
The more I become
YOU become of me

Neither I promise
For thy eternal play
Nor will I sing
Thy praise, as
The hold was
Breathing tight, and
Thee were working
Towards my end!

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