With words of chastity he adorned my hands,
chained my feet like prisoners,
and called it modesty.
How sweet and pleasant it sounds,
like a diamond,
like the gleam of a knife!
He says: What more can you ask for?
Walls of marble, clean and shining
to keep you safe. The gold lock and chain
on big, solid black mahogany doors
at least show that it's all for you,
for your security, for your love.
How lovingly and hopefully built,
this home full of ideals and dreams!
It's been tested with screams,
making sure that if a sound
dare penetrate some crevice
it will turn to foam, exhausted,
and nothing will get through.
Tenderly, for you, for your love
this home, this throne, these marble walls.
All for you, my dear,
all because I love you!
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