Dueling Love Letters

October 11, 2019

Penelope, your grace overwhelmes me

you play in my mind like a symphony

even the Sirens recognize your beauty

you are the only one I hold dearly

my eyes from you do not roam

Odysseus, you are my light

face the Underworld with all your might

resist the Sirens and do what's right

hold the eye of the Cyclopes tight

I'll be waiting for you to come home

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