From Los Angeles to Birmingham,
I've looked to and fro,
But all I've seen is my loving ma'am,
And no one else to show
My love to thee in such a way
As that my heart desires
In that I can be -- nay,
Will be -- as soon as the passing of fires.
I once thought I'd never feel again
What I feel with you;
A sword is naught when there's a pen,
And there's a pen in you.
Not even Excalibur's mighty blade
Could harm you in any way,
For if it tried, I would raid
And make sure you were not in the fray.
As you can see, I possess a feeling
That grows deeper and deeper inside me;
Not even Ragnorak could send me reeling
As long as you sit beside me.
What is this feeling I have for you?
What can I say when push comes to shove?
I do believe besides and in lieu
Of anything else -- it's love.
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