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I give to You this awful pain—
It’s all I have to give.
Please take it soon, for it’s a weight
Which I can scarcely lift.

I wish I had a better thing
To give to You this day.
Instead I have an aching sting
Which will not go away.

I’d rather give You songs of joy
That spring from pure delight.
Instead I yield this sickly pain:
A weakness I can’t fight.

Be pleased with this, my offering:
The pain I’d gladly leave:
This stabbing pain, this shattered heart:
The best I have to give.

by Gwennon
7:00 pm April 29, 2013