I am the warmth that lights your coat, I am the river that removes your dryness, I am the palace, the dungeon, the weapon that shields the wealth.

You,  the wind that I inhale, and the glow of the moon of the sea, the neck that I prolonge to soak, that I worry to suffocate in love, and which fancies you will furnish me.

You say, my reserve is quite to look at, yours it wishes to be, and yours it will be.  

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