Pierre to Marion From script: Love letter end of Act 2
Pierre: Frustration is a sign of desire it's true.
I can reach out but not touch you.
I can strain to see but have not sight of you.
I try to remember your beautiful face.
Yet am unable well to trace.
I want to hear your pretty voice.
Beyond all that I want you to know,
My love for you is no choice.
Oh how I yearn for your breasts and kisses,
To answer your god sent missives.
Being with you I owe no remises
Knowing with your pa we'll have reminisces
I Hector and you Chryseis
I monsieur and you my missus.
Under The Lord we need no politesses.
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