Batter my heart, three-personed 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 usurped town, to'another due, <br />Labor to'admit You, but O, to no end; <br />Reason, Your viceroy'in me, me should defend, <br />But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. <br />Yet dearly'I love You,'and would be loved fain, <br />But am betrothed 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-batter-my-heart/
