Batter my Heart, Three-Personed God by John Donne 1573 - 1631 Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town to another due, Labor to admit to you, but oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be lovéd fain But am betrothed unto your enemy; Divorce me, untie or break that knot again; Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Disclaimer: You who know me well, know that I have not ever been a big fan of poetry. (Shakespeare's plays don't count.) :)
Maybe I just wasn't reading the right poetry.
