My weary heart of flaws I give to you
It's yours to have, to hold or throw away
I'm through being me, and mes I have been through
Are num'rous: tim'rous, chivalrous and fay
Those ventures with inventions; their invented vows
Are cast aside now like the apple core
When Adam tossed away and wiped his mouth
And Eve, wronged, blushed at blame on her for evermore:
You see now I'm the naked human being
I stand before you, pimpling in the wind
For you to clothe; impress me to your feeling
Or watch in weathers wintry while I'm skinned
In this or that my eyes will ever see
The you or us in which your pleasures be.
