O' Nora, I remember that frightful day, in which I think to say. When I had saved you from that fire, but this condition now is dire. My heart has to strive, when I am near you to stay alive. Tis' a beautiful sight! On which to overlook your might. Might I compare thine sight to an angel's, as mighty fine doth thou look. To look at you, I appear mild, but in me contains, a demon that is wild. But over what one may say, but tis' you the cause of this. The solution to this, is but simply a kiss.
From Doc Vader, To Nora of Taverly
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