I'D Rather Have His Disdain

I'd rather have his disdain Than somebody's worship; Would rather see him smirk Than anybody smile. Any word from him, no doubt must be heaven-sent; Any other's syllables; more needless guile. I'd rather be on his bad list; The dear lines, work on his forehead, Just to take my punishment, as he sees fit: I'd crawl through miles of jagged glass Just to look on his face again, And gladly be thought lacking class; For him, would commit any sin. But I'll never say the word that Could cause his soul's upheaval, And I'll never force a choice Upon his parceled days: I'll make sure all the pain's mine, And guard his life like an angel, And then if I am successful: My life will become his sign.