Romantic agony
Maybe we could be the brightest light
together, reigniting even the darkest of stars
I'm like one of those crazy Italian medieval poets
in romantic agony
pondering the existential ideal
never have I been so perplexed
and drawn to a woman like you before
perhaps, I should just cut myself open
offer my heart up
for consumption
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