Careful What You Ask

Be careful what you ask,
In word, look, deed, or task,
For there are things you can not see,
Dwelling inside of me,
Things which try to hide,
And Things bound up by pride,
If you were to request,
Of me my dearest and best,
I could not renege,
One tiny twig,
Of these branching promises,
Of my Strength, my Love,
And for you my dove,
The bedrock at my core,
Even my sacred Honor.
So be careful what you ask me,
For the answer may yet be,
To your sweet whispers evanescence,
A soul shattering acquiescence.