Beloved, you are foolish
I know this to be so
Because last night
When I said I love you
You said you love me more
More?
Darling, is such a thing possible?
I love you
Like the ocean loves the moon
You keep me in motion as you
Fly solitary from afar
I love you like a bee loves a flower
I drink deep of you
If I could, I'd drown myself in you
I love you like a candle loves its flame
You burn me from the inside out
But, oh, I'd rather be burned
Than be without you
You say you love me more
But I would tear down empires
In your name
I know I am no better than Menalaus
I would have stormed the gates of Troy
Dearest, you cannot love me more
You cannot love me more
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