I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's

You Think I Live In The Past. You Don't Understand That I Actually Change With Every Era, I Always Have As Best I Can

Garden Of Pain, I Need You. What Were The Songs Of Beasts To The Cries Of Sentient Souls?

Oh To Have You With Me, To Have You Here, Not To Be Alone, But To Be With You, My Beauty, You Of All Souls! You.

But Just Remember, Life Without Me Would Be Even More Unbearable.

Amazing What The British Do With Language; The Nuances Of Politeness. The World's Great Diplomats, Surely.