Your eyes, Widened when you first met me in Spinner's End, Folded beautifully when you called me "Sev," Disappointed when you turned away from me, Opened with horror till when you were staring the man other than me. I'm not the one. She's not me either. Don't you know whose eyes you are staring? Don't you know whose hair you are smoothing? Don't be silly, my dear. She's dead, but I'm not. Love me more than you loved her, I beg you.