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All of Me
by Sam
What winds may bring I know not nor care -
Be they emerald summers, my love shrouded and held softly by an eternal haze of gold;
Or bitter snows to strike my fervor asunder, too quickly laid rest upon hallowed grave.
It matters not these idle things; shallow trappings of an outer skin.
Vital only that your smile doth beckon,
Sun-bright and wild under a silver moon seduced:
Bewitched and beguiled, I come to you,
Offering only that which is yours to take and freely given.
That which for whatever whim may seize you or desire take you...
All of me.