Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

The Helmed Cherubim, And Sworded Seraphim, Are Seen In Glittering Ranks With Wings Display'd.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest To Sleep And Silence.