Independence

Hand whom guides me

to the world I must see,

but, I, wish not to be,

I'll severe thee.

Mouth that speaks love,

I rather a dove

from night's above

as thee be shove.

Thou gives me a mark

by whip of a tree bark

and sends me to dark,

yet, share love, like a shark.

Hence, I took thy blade

and place thy different shade

as I made

for thou a heavenly glade.