Master take me in your hands and let me willingly
stay with you.
Master i follow you and ardor your every move i talk
when only taking to and beg for your forgiveness.
Master i am only your and i am happy to serve you
when ever you call.
Master you are my world my every breath the ink in my
pen the water in my cup.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ardent deeply religious and loaded in servile humility.... nice liked