My love for you is only equaled to my desire to be immortal. I am the king of fools and would be your simple jester if only to make you smile.
Infinite possibilities roll through my mind when I think of you in tender moments when lights are dim and a candle flickers.
My breath labors at the touch of you hand, upon you shoulder lays my head and at your feet my heart.
Your sillouette entrances me, like a moth to a flame, like the sun on the face of an innocent child.
My wife, you are and will you be my end, for without you I sit in sorry state and the dead would have more joy.
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