Flattery Is Emulation

Loving darkness, pure is your kiss of death the sea on your lips, white are snow flakes. One is worth all being said I give to you, by the one true self- only worth to you I give all. Light of my life, twilight is this by my, being burned only by this burned by you. Someone else other than me, whom spent more of himself inside you. Once again by me, I have cleaved, being yoked only to you. This kiss of death it takes two, one I cleave. Worthy is one, worthy are two, Your true worth is determined by me.