Lady,
In thy orizons be all my sins remembered.
That my hand hath wrought, and that which it hath not-
The aborted spawn of unconsummated deed,
Hell's rejected brood, resurrected for one cause:
To teach me steadfast patience in the yoke
Of my own failing.
On one lightless blade here bleed two hearts,
Impaled by his hand, and my fettering oath,
That binds me to kneel, passionless, while my world
Is betrothed to Death, and gasps her bridal ecstasy
Encircled by helpless arms while my silence flows unstaunched.
An undercurrent of remorse –
There is no love. Only the Force.