Woman,
Am I your possession?
Who can claim me as their own?
I am my own, my soul is my own,
I am my own, my heart is my own,
I am my own, my body is my own,
I am my own, my life is my own.
Tho, I must jest, that love is something that I give.
And I give it freely,
It is yours.
My love is yours.
In that sense, I am yours.
Do not be jealous, my love,
for those women whom I associate with are but colleagues and associates.
Who are they when compared to you?
Nothing.
You are my own, my only love.
I choose to be with you,
I choose you to be my love,
I choose to court you.
You and no other.
So do not be jealous.
You and no other.
I shall kiss you with a thousand kisses,
and embrace you in totality.
Contain your emotions, my love.
They cannot compare to you.
In adoration,
~Lorenzo
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