Your love is my hatred, sacred, you have my word

Jealousy is the fuel that hath burn or hath yearn

"To like someone is to be saddened by their death" "To love someone is to carry a sense of sadness in your heart for eternity" To be in Love with someone "should they part"  is to want to die. 

For I know a woman who fulfils my eyes sexually is the most dangerous kind, the woman I marry won't necessarily be that at first, something deeper, a mother to my child, not out of lust but of love and trust

Love in its truest form must hurt the most, for without hurt it is not love

Time in love is precious and valuable, my love for her is far from pliable, it cannot be bent nor can it be broken - at least on my part, only she can break my heart