Don’t ever ask me to be your Master

It would be a descent

and almost certainly lead to disaster.

The loss of your freedom would make me sad

Like losing a key that was heaven sent,

If I wanted to be your Master.

Our time together would vanish faster

The best of us would be rapidly spent

Wrong intention brings disaster.

So I set you free to be honoured and loved.

I don’t ever need to be your Master.

You have eagerly welded yourself to my heart.

Do you miss my attention when we’re apart?