And if I post myself outside your door
Until I die, and if I parachute
Into your wedding in my birthday suit
And if I swear to leave you never more:
And if I toss myself across the floor
Like some old ripe and rotting piece of fruit,
And from this moment promise to be mute
Until you ooze with love from every pore:
And if I slice your name into my skin
And skip from here to York so all can see,
And if I do, I think I cannot win
Your love, but even so, remember me,
And think, sometimes, that this abyss I’m in
Was not just my responsibility.
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