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Summary: An exchange in the dark. (Shakespearean sonnet.)

Archive: M_A if they want it

Category: Poetry, Qui/Obi

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: G Possibly PG. (C'mon, it's only fourteen lines! How much mischief can you fit into that?)

Warnings: None. (See above.)

Feedback: Private or list okay; private preferred. Email rhiagryph22@aol.com

Notes: Sonnet the second. A little darker, perhaps

Love's Burden

Surrender now to me your pain, your tears,
Here in this secret bed within my arms;
Give me your failures, angers, wounds, and fears
And I will hold you safe from all their harms.

Release to me each deep forbidden thing
A Jedi should not know, which to the Force
(Cold comfort the Force is!) you cannot bring;
I take upon myself all your remorse.

Let my lips take your tears, and healing give;
My touch upon your skin your burdens lift;
Give me these things, so you may freer live.
Even your deepest pain I count a gift.

I make your pain my own, to give you peace;
The burden mine now to keep or release.