What wouldst thou beg, Laertes That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

How much would I love to anticipate
What you want?
I’d give you mango before your lips made an mmm
I’d touch you in the place you would point to if someone asked where you hurt
Before you could ask for violins, I’d have them
Playing just the refrain you’d request.
Even the secret parts of myself that I don’t show to anyone,
I could whisper them to you
Even as the question was forming in your mind.
I would, I swear, if I knew ahead of you.
But ask anyway. The asking is a door I will walk through for you.
I’m standing in the frame
I go in or out
At your request.

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