My love is everlasting like the whale.
Violent as the crashing tides.
Bitter as a Winter gale.
Stronger than whalebone,
Brittle as timber
My love is pure and mammoth like the whale.
More powerful than HMS Victory,
More precious than wild orchids.
Tender as the new born lamb.
My love is dying as is the whale.
Pillaged and mined for all its worth.
Stretched to stiffen a dress
Bled for the soap
Carved into a chair made of the finest whalebone
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