Meine liebste

Oh how do I love thee? Hmm? In all of thy infinite

ways, my fiery Baroness. For behold, I wouldst

become jealous even of time itself . Indeed, my ardor

cannot countenance so faithless a paramour before

thee, and as now 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