O truly can it be said, of
Apollonian 'Mione and
Dionysian Ron, pair unplanned;
Of Beatrice and Benedict,
Which love and ire did contradict;
Of Ms. Bennet and Darcy, which
Nev'r did rush, did find perfect pitch;
Of lovers Katniss and Peeta,
Madeth by death all the sweeter;
And of the connate love of woe,
Of Juliet and Romeo;
Wouldst faileth to match, in dark depth,
Combined, my intimate love's breadth.
And yet I must part, must leave thee;
For like my parents, I foresee
Thou wilt betray me, and I must
Wound myself, as I sickly trust
that is bound to hurt less than one
by thee; so I run, Love, I run.