'Tis myself

—wife of David Parry,
—and a few words here and there—
     I write to her,
To say that in truth,
I do love.
        For I desire,
That my heart may never split
Sarah,
        I cannot cease from loving you—
Each time I'm near you, I need words just to explain.
   Hold me to the ground tight, like a drowning man.
Drowning in your eyes.
When I wake up, my gaze falls close to yours.
If we only get a little closer...

I'm afraid I'll die.
My desire is so very strong... there is no escape... Sarah in my arms.
My pulse is quickening with passion... and the blood runs through my veins fast. There's never
room for love like this;
No one could ever have felt this way before.
Sarah—I love you... And if I please you well today,
I beg for any gift you will grant me—
Then tomorrow we shall fly away together!
By starlight! 

By moonlight!
In secret places!
And all the world will know my bliss alone!
The better man is me...
My glance is golden;
A masterful smile to disarm the most hardened heart.
I am handsome,
And that I fancy...
You cannot resist me so— I know you cannot.
I can turn to stone, bones of my own desire,
Alight...to warm your heart. And ignite your blood (in flames).
These hands are welcomed upon you; none other can embody your whole body as I do. And
when I speak your name,
The very air seems to crackle with power.

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