if nothing else, let me write you a madrigal

I don’t know love or where it should go to.
I wish for you. I need to give you all.
You near to me I’d draw; your name I’d call.

If I am wrong and cannot offer you
now fifty years full-stuffed from wall to wall–!
I don’t know love or where it should go to.
I wish for you. I need to give you all.

If I prove false and my body won’t do
to you what has sustained us since the Fall–!
but God keep me tall as I smooth your shawl.
I don’t know love or where it should go to.
I wish for you. I need to give you all.
You near to me I’d draw; your name I’d call.

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