Maestro y esclava

He touched me,
softly like a whisper.
He touched me,
once with only His eyes.
He gripped me,
with a gruff murmer,
He moved me,
with the slightest of gestures.
He loved me,
and never spoke it.
He owned me,
and never knew of it.

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