“With every breath your bosom heaves I wish it were for me,
For I've loved you more than you can ever know, and will eternally.
Not king, nor countryman, not even best at show, but I am the genius
who brought the light to glow, still it's not good enough
without the taking of your hand. You've broken my heart a thousand times shattered it in three, you've bloody well made me write poor mans poetry! From afar I admire thee, fight at your side instead,
though I forever I will hold the not so secret lust to fall with you upon the bed.
P.S. I hope you never read this, I do enjoy both heads.”
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