Sacrifice

I would give my right arm for you
I want you to know that.
I would rather go blind than to see you cry
I would take a bullet, walk through fire,
Crawl over broken glass.
For you.

And then, of course,
You would have to feed and dress me,
You would need to rearrange my house so I would not trip
Make sure I didn't burn myself on the stove
And change the dressing on my bullet and glass wounds
Because I love you that much.