Eros’ quill of arrows through my soul.
A feeling that can never be defined.
As lustful as a story ever told.
Of creatures, gods and people... and their lies.
I’m not surprised it took a couple blows.
My heart has always hardened at first sight
But when I saw your face I swear it froze.
And arrows from a cherub got me right.
It built, in me, a welling of desire.
A wanting and a yearning for your all.
You, nude, in all your beauty and your fire.
That burns for me and no one else at all.
And Cupid said we’d love forever more.
A lie he’s likely told a time before.
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