love & tennyson

'Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death.

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Love:
I leap with no looking.
I question not what it is.
I question not why I do.
I love.

We are in this together,
till we walk into the valley of Death.

So:
I do.