Mild and gentle,
Should be the breeze,
Of this here,
You go with ease.
I am that of worth,
Not a slave to words,
Not told will I be,
Yet to hold, is it me.
I try to please,
I hold my words,
I write as I can,
And retract.
Yet I find you one,
Your needs are very hard to please,
Please will you take me with ease.
I have no say,
I am not free,
My words are what do please.
So where does that leave me,
In a ring for all to see,
Barring myself on my knees,
Yet I still find myself saying please,
Take this with ease.
