But not as sweet as you. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, Or nagged by want past resolution's power, I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would. For auld lang syne.
None compare to thee.
Thou hast found thy way into my heart. I will not restrain thee nor chain thee nor detain thee. As it I could anyway. Let others see thy beauty. Swim into every heart that lets thee enter, that thou dareth to enter, that thou careth to enter.