Let me belong to you

 All yours. Let me belong to you. In your hands, for example. It would be sowing. That which seems nothing in the vast breadth of the field. There our universe germinates. Sometimes destroyed by outbursts. But nothing they can. For love is the author, creator, and beholder. Little friend of the blind. True refuge from pain. That you deprive me of evil. You prevent me from falling into my flaws. You redeem me from trends whose harmony seduces the unwary.

SubIrrealism in a mirror. Random intratextuality.