Might I say that I do find you too lovely a woman to have walked upon this land of trolls and thieves?
Dare I cross paths with you when I have only defiled the cavities of this land?
Should these scheming lips brim of candor?
Should these eyes be all over you?
Or should I simply resign quietly into the night?
Alas! Not even the redeeming touch of your hand could ever wash the soot in my arms! Woe is me, I lay in agony!
But lend me an ear, and I shall lull you with words such that deep in your slumber you will have dreamt of how the contours of my prose defined the lovely shape of your bones.
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