THOUGH FROM A WAMPA’S CAVERN I MUST FLEE,
RECALLING THEE, MY FEAR BY LOVE IS MET.
OUR PASSION TURNS THE “THOU” AND “I” TO “WE,”
THOU HAST THE FORCE THAT MAY MY MOOD RESET.
LOVE, LIKE A NOBLE JEDI, DOTH NOT STRAY,
LOVE, BY THE FORCE, DOTH WORK UPON ONE’S HEART,
LOVE IS A PERFECT FLOWER, SANS DECAY,
LOVE TAKES TWO TANGL’D SOULS AND CALLS THEM ART.
NABOO’S SHADE SHALL OUR FERVOR SOFTLY SCREEN,
WITH THEE, IN THAT PLACE, I’D NOT BE DISTRESS’D.
MY THOUGHTS OF THEE RUN RAMPANT, NEAR OBSCENE,
DEAR HEART, BE MINE FORE’ER: ‘TIS MY REQUEST.
THOUGH ADVERSARIES ‘NEATH THEIR HELMETS LEER,
WITHIN THY UNIVERSE I’VE SUCCOR, DEAR.