It's Dylan, You Know The Drill.

A black dress
Doused in roses
And a jacket
Crafted of denim.

We’ve traversed
The tops of mountains
And stumbled over
The hills of moles

And now,
You have fallen silent.
Never uttering
So much as a whisper.

And after all
Of this time
And after all
Of these memories

I still love you.

What. WHAT. WHAT.

What. WHAT. WHAT.

I mean, who doesn’t want to experience a love so strong that they would turn to the dark side and kill younglings to save the one they love?