Done

I do believe I’m done, milady. Done
And done, without a qualm, a second thought
For all that, when I might have hurt someone
Because of your commands. What I was taught
Is that your comfort was my truest worth,
Your safety and your pleasure my heart’s light,
And since the pointless day of my own birth
It is your battles only that I fight.
But something more than that has been demanded:
True love, which has its own rewards, and cost.
So I leave you this way, not empty-handed —
Your name is on my lips, and never lost,
But now I cannot stay. When I was tasked
With loving you, I did as I was asked.