Congrats Jeff - Paris Paloma

"Didn't I promise you,

Darling,

That we'd visit Venice?

So marry me there.

It'll be so poetic.

We'll have the whole

Place to ourselves.

I'll make sure.

You know they say

Soon it'll be underwater?

So let's speed that up.

No sacrifice is too great

For my love.

No cushion-cut diamond

That's too caked in blood,

No screaming people

That we cannot somehow

Drown out or hush up.

Fly 96 jets in.

I gave you a ring

I'll give you all of Venice.

And we'll watch it sink

So it's nobody else's.

My love, don't you think

It makes it more precious

If we take it away?

Will you wake in the night

While I'm asleep,

And look at how time's

Taken its toll on me,

And think, What have I done?

We'll go the same place

As the people we've wronged

And the cities we've sunk.

Feel a glimmer of fear

My love, you'd be right to.

You cannot buy time.

And trust me, I've tried to.

Two coins for the ferry

To carry us there,

To the place of revenge

And internal despair.

If only we'd had

A more modest wedding,

Perhaps in a little more

Romantic setting.

I did promise you, love,

That it would be poetic.

It certainly was

But not the way I suggested."

— Paris Paloma, Congrats Jeff

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