Posthumously you gave to me the gift of passion and love. Feelings, pouring from the very marrow of my soul - Long repressed, deprived of the sun, Now growing, flourishing in your light Released in me by your death. Passion such that I never knew, consuming my every thought - Poems flowing from this newly formed being, A gift, Amanda... from your loving heart. Oh, how I would gladly bottle my feelings, My poems, my passion, my soul - And bury them deep beneath the rocky soil, To give him his gentle English queen... For one night of mortal love.
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