With a snap of my fingers
The fourth wall brakes
In a drop of the lights
I bow for the audience
PSHAW DIM WISENHEIMER GESTALT
YOU ARE A TRIFLE RIPE OF PLATITUDES
I would say I love you to the moon and back
but that isn't nearly enough
I could spend twenty-six years of your life
on another planet just for the
hope that I could still return to your arms
and tell you that that is at least how much I loved you.
I could sacrifice my heart because I know that
every part of my body will be infatuated with
your touch even without the heavy breathing and
powerful pumping of your compassion.
I will love you doubtlessly.
— The End —