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Hey Kevin G: Try this poem on for size.
John Donne |
| 74. "Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you" |
| BATTER my heart, three person'd God; for, you | |
| As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend; | |
| That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend | |
| Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new. | |
| I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due, | 5 |
| Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end, | |
| Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend, | |
| But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue. | |
| Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine, | |
| But am betroth'd unto your enemie: | 10 |
| Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe; | |
| Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I | |
| Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free, | |
| Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee. | |
