... make me forget the swirling motions
of her glubber, the stench of ichor on my neck
as she assailed me. You were my hero,
saving me from all past doubts and cheating spouses.
Savor this. Get drunk on our love until you sashay
and tango with me in the moonlight next to her corpse.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 603 AF.