My sunshine, my raindrops.
My passion, my pain.
My morning flower, my evening star.
My cherish, my perish.
His fetish, his wit.
My cold wind, my rain.
My fire, my power.
Each sentimental hour.
My chaste, all this drama.
We are both jokers.
He wants to choke her.
Good sir,
I have to tell you,
Pray it is, with much regret.
I hereby do beseech you.
Remove your hands from round my neck.
(C) LIVVI