I claim you.
I want you.
You are mine.
Exactly as you are.
And you are free.
I would have you in each and every way that you can embody in the world. Not too much, and never not enough.
For I need you wild and unbroken that I might know myself as such.
And if a better man can claim you, let him step forward that I might see and know him and bow at his feet.
For He shall have to best me to claim you, and I have been preparing for you all of my life.
And I long for better men and women to surround myself with that I might make them better as they make me better than the perfection that I already am.
I love you. I claim you. You are mine. And you are Free.