Perfect Submission

I own nothing.

Perfect Submission.

For you, my lord I will become

Nothing

I will fill myself with you

Shed my imperfections

To become

Nothing

I will give you all of myself

Fill myself with you

To become

Nothing

You are perfection

If I obliterate all that I am

Leaving only a reflection of you

In its wake

I will be

Perfect

Nothing

And you, have nothing, to protect