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 even chaste, except you ravish me.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-xiv-batter-my-heart-three-personed-g/
