absolutely

Let me love you in poems and caress you with words.

I’ll shower you in metaphor, kiss you with consonance, verb you ‘til you moan with delight.

We’ll be forever defined by sonnet and embraced by verse.

Æthelbehrt would read us and weep, for he could never describe 

Our purest love in prose.

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