Madness and love, like dual edges
Of a sword, have thrust themselves
Into my heart.
You hold the blade, and as I bleed
I behold your face, smiling, welcoming me
To a splendid death.
That I might speak these words
With my final breath!
Before this blade entered my chest
I could not reconcile the world with these eyes.
Only in yours, my love, does the world
Become my home,
And the life that I lose
Become a life worth living.
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