That I am a motif for a handful of consonants?
Poet.
Nonsense! I swear it by your clear eyes....
Marquise.
Comparable, I suppose, in verse to two clear diamonds....
Poet.
You scoff, but love is very serious....
Marquise.
Love serious, poet? A betrothal, it may be, is serious,
Arranged by grave-faced parents with stately rites;
Yawns are serious and so is repletion.
Poet.