Sent from a flare-lit helicopter

"O! How thy worth with manners may I sing,
"When thou art all the better part of me?
"What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
"And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
"Even for this let us divided live,
"And our dear love lose name of single one,
"That by this separation I may give
"That due to thee, which thou deserv'st alone."