the lord of the house grants his permission:

the lord of the house grants his permission:
come, my love, teaching me submission—
no longer have I here use for my pride.
only yours I want and need and live for,
enslaved, with me, you’ll want nothing more:
hearing, reaching, soundly, my heart, you win
the world twice, now, and each time we begin;
I won’t rest of you but of me you’ll tire—
see how my dreams of you never expire—
may heaven be the proof proving our love;
each argument lined up for your pure play
embodies my word to gentle your stay

in this kingdom of ours where we’ll rule free,
then, lead, us, the next life, eternally.

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