Sometimes I wish I had never saved your neck from decapitation in Faroe. Then I could just descend into lewdness in peace.
By fate or forgery, our dances are entwined for eternity.
She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end.
Like a dried up spring, magic trickled forth with less and less strength, until one day, the people awoke and there was simply no more to be had. 
My heart was oaken before you set it on fire. It will continue to smolder, long after the flame that ignited it has gone.
Just as foreplay is the key to good sex, preparation is essential to achieving victory in battle. Right, lieutenant? 