Hearts flush with naivety’s certainty of fate
Melding of souls sweeter than Olympic ambrosia
No love hath ever burned with such resplendent grace
Ardor fiery enough to melt the iciest composure
Thoughts caged tightly as Cretan minotaurs
Parchment & quill your co-conspirators
You leave lest you grow to tire of me
Drunk on the nectar of infinity

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