—Sir Peter to Dame Olga (OR Dame Olga to Sir Peter?)
I love you more than you could ever know
and you are like a fire in my eyes
that melts the ice and long-forgotten snow
and stills the wind and some soft silver cries.
I wish you wouldn't burn so bright and strong
and in your glance I see you feel the same
there's nothing right in this, yet nothing wrong
but only an enchantment full and strange.
But why have we been burdened with this love?
It's nothing that we want or feel or know
it was pushed on us fast and from above
and it will not stay small, but only grows.
I love you more than I could ever say—
I only wish that you would go away.
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A Shakespearean sonnet
