I will crucify death if it cross the path of my love for you, I will end her life if she has one. I will succumb my loving soul to death if she wins this battle of love, and if I stand firm to win this horrific and tragic love battle, I will remove the soul of death and present it to you. I will sit you down on the Sofa of love to watch me battle with my soul if it tries to cross the milky path of my love for you shall I nicely-tattoo my emotions on your heart. I will sacrifice my last breath for your love even if it means battling with the hurdles of the pains of life and death, shall I reap off my skin to serve as a shelter to your sparkling goddess skin. I will make sure my emotions and unending love devotions shall surely capture and beguile your becharming soul with no undivided attention. I will tell death that I'm an immigrant for love cealessly and happily perusing every hook and cranny of life waiting for you to grant my soul ...