Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you <br />As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; <br />That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend <br />Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. <br />I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, <br />Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end; <br />Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, <br />But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. <br />Yet dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain, <br />But am betroth'd unto your enemy; <br />Divorce me,'untie or break that knot again, <br />Take me to you, imprison me, for I, <br />Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free, <br />Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-xiv/