Dialogue 1

My darling I could write for days
          Of the shine of moonlight in your eyes
          Of your pure clear skin, virgin-white as snow
          Of your singularly inspired features
          Of your raven-black hair, straight and healthy
          Of every attribute you posess
Would it prove anything?
          Perhaps.
Would it change anything?
          Likeley not.
Shall I persist regardless?
          Indubitably.
Out of love?
    True love?
          Admiration?
              Obsession?
                    Inspiration?
I do not know.