Love Poem: With Manacles, I Bade
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Written by: Jazer Dela Cruz

With Manacles, I Bade

and your servant knows well
riches of awe had he none to tell
but thy servant has only one thing to bade:
may these words implied will not fade

the servant inside had been roped
by the conjuring presence you dare owned
thou made manacles with barely a mold-
and from afar  meanly you installed

by that single moment
loftiness and you are adjacent
and that a servant like me
at the sight of you should down on his knee

imprisoned by your sovereign
profoundly helpless but of no bane
loud and clear i hear what you order
with enthusiasm, i do with no ponder

o fair maiden of my monarchy
may thee let this attendance be;
at your foot, thy servant will duty
please heed these, my velvet lady...