-Meine liebste
Oh how do I love thee? Hmm? In all of thy infinite ways, my fiery Baroness.
For behold, I woulds`t become jealous even of time itself. Indeed, my
ardor cannot countenance so faithless a paramour before thee, and now
as winter fast approaches I would to keep you warm within my embraces,
letting not so much as time betwixt our lips, my faerie rose of cold and desolate lands.
Oh to behold yon flower of thy graces born in our Lady`s infinite midnight burning.
No flower wet with teary dew can to thy lips their likeness bare!
Indigo Olie Dragon
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