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If thou art Rogue, then I, my love, am Logan,

The loner also known as Wolverine,

For, like his bones, my love cannot be broken

As though it bore an adamantium sheen.

Thy scornful looks may cut me deeper far

Than blades the Silver Samurai doth wield,

But fear I neither fatal blow nor scar

For when thou smil’st, I am as swiftly healed.

And yet my meagre claws cannot defend

Against thy changing moods: ay, there’s the rub.

Sometime thou art my foe, sometime my friend;

Like Sabretooth, I cannot trust thee, bub.

I would thee ken, but no one of my sex

Shall know thy mind, not e’en Professor X.