Yes i do.
That rumple and black
speech of yours can't mute me.
Your naked sharp eyes, like the seeker's glittering sword can pierce my frame raised from the dust, still i do!
You can flood the lawns with thy spit, i shall swim across.
Yes i do cherish that chilly breath of yours, that melts my caked blood.
Your dark heart like that 12midnight dusk can destroy that hue, where we meet.
I'll still love you!
Yes i do....
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