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My love is like the Doctor, who doth save

The world each week: my love shuns not the chase,

Nor is my love to earthly rules a slave,

But doth traverse the bounds of Time and Space.

My heart I have thee rendered; thine my heart is,

Thus double hearts doth beat in single breast.

My love of thee, proportioned like the TARDIS,

Is vaster than its outside might attest.

Like members of the Gallifreyan race,

The fleeting years cannot my love destroy.

It doth endure, though it may change its face

And spend unhappy ages as McCoy.

Time’s not our lord, my love, for passions great

Not even Daleks may exterminate.