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Which female mutant matches best my love?

Shall for a blazing Phoenix I thee take,

Whose mind all other minds doth soar above,

Or Storm, whose changing tempers tempests make?

Sometime thou putst on aspects like Mystique,

Or else the diamond form of Emma Frost;

Like Kitty Pryde, no bound’ry can thee pique;

Like Scarlet Witch, ne’er should thy charms be crossed.

But I know thou art Rogue: thy power’s bourn

Containeth skill of all thy diverse peers;

Thy touch doth leave me weak, of vigour shorn,

While thou dost stronger grow with passing years.

Thou art uncanny, love: I am thy captive;

The great Magneto ne’er was more attractive.