Darling
From the first nanosecond I perceived your black armored form
Vaulting across the infinite roof of the sky
I communicated to my sub-self
That my desire for your object collection
Was exceeding acceptable levels
And this unfamiliar data
Must be sent to Central for processing
Since that time, there has been chaos
In my personality sub-program
I spend every extra cycle
Working on the problem
Of you
And, I find
There is only one solution
We must
Maerge programs
Or I will terminate
I will terminate
I will terminate
I will terminate
You