They put a chain
Around my neck
And called me love.
My mater comes
Rarely to stroke
Me warm
And I leap
At his sight
When he brings me
Gifts and bones
At night he locks me
Safe in a room,
Letting me enjoy
My dreams alone.
When he is away
I have his name
To entail me by
And I easily cry
As I miss his sight
This waiting is not
Tiresome for me
Leaving me forgotten
Like this to meet my pain
As I wonder the next
To hold my chain.
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