To you, I would write a thousand words
but nothing as sweet as I do.
You inspire me to think of a love,
so elevated it shakes the core,
of my very soul, which will be
yours eternally.

Bound with chains, you tear
the very essence of what is me
and replace them with kisses,
that burn sulphuric on the end
of every nerve.

The pleasure of pain, my sacrifice
I give to you all I can, from which a
new woman was formed by a new
man. I would thee bare a thousand kin
and live eternal within our skin.