Don t strangle me!

Don’t strangle me!

You draw out by every poem.
Pick me up in your poetry.
I live like in a whirl of water.
Let me out. Don’t strangle me!

Oh of course it is not a murder.
And  of course it is simply - love.
And the last of my vivid tendons  -
Are yours, Lady, and yours, Milord.


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