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Sonnett XVII
I do not love you as if you were a diamond ring, a ruby
or green sapphire throwing rays of light
I love you as certain dark things are loved
in secret, between obsession and death
I love you like the Uruk-hai love Saruman
carrying in themselves the hatred of light
and, consumed by your power, a fierce obsession
rises from the depths to take hold of my soul
I love you no matter how you were made, or why, or by
whom
I love you completely, without doubt that your maker
is proud
I love you, and know no other way than this
That we cannot be anything other than one
So close, that my hand upon wearing you is no longer
my own
So close, that when your Eye burns, I feel the fire