Becloud Me Poem by George Samuel

Becloud me, my love becloud me,
Your fingers have touched my blood;
And now it feels like I might burst,
Yet not the worst;
Or if it means the price,

I'll pay it thrice.
To have you body and soul,
I'll be your fool;
Becloud my mind my love,
Like cloud from above.

Let me reach out to you,
When you're low;
And need charging,
Let me know;
And bring you massaging.

Just be my cloud,
Be my friend when times are low;
To me when I'm alone,
And Silent like a stone;
Beclouded with appealing voice,
Be my noise;
Whatever be my cloud,
And always keep it loud.