ἔρως
Flaming, passionate Love
Eros
Though I am such a child
Of thoughts I shouldn’t have explored
You are nothing, but grace
And all that I look for
Eros
When I see you
I cannot help myself
When I don’t see you
I miss every part of you that I’d once felt
I love you
Eros
Deep down inside
I know this could be a bad idea
But what the fuck choice is it
That I would operate out of fear
You’re my lily swaying
In my, a honeybee's field of temptations
Brightly glowing
For my attention
My love
Eros.
This poem is about:
Me
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