Commissum - Sonnet

my love, into thy hands I trust my heart, for you to keep it safe, away from tears, until the day when we shall be apart, when we'll be free from any earthly fears. I hereby pray thy hands to hold it well and not to let it fall from heavens nest, where, since I’ve met thee, secretly found dwell and in a perfect harmony doth rest. so please, my lord, enthrall me with thy touch, and let my heart enjoy your loving sight, for never have I loved a man so much as to confide him with my soul each night... and if I were to live my life anew, again I would entrust my heart to you... commissum (lat.) – that which is entrusted