Slashy TPM sonnets, take 3

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And one more. Yes, I am fairly prolific when it comes to sonnets, or at least I went through a prolific period (there are more waiting on the harddrive, not yet completed).

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.