Oh, to be owned!
Caught wholly by you!
Desiring your soul,
Slave to it, Yay!

Oh, to be owned!
Captured for sure!
Moving desire,
Spirit made pure!

Oh, to be owned!
Chained, heart and wrist!
Yours, mine—owned,
Because we say, “Yay!”

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