Love
Love, thou hast destroyed my waking spirit
My Every fiber is drunk with your force
My eyes can lust, yet my soul is illicit
The sky before a storm was my loves source
Now the storm has come, nothing matters anymore
I can see, but cannot touch my dearest
Aphrodite hath ruined my life's course
Blue eyes became a symbol of pyrrhic.
I hath fallen in love with a Siren
I know It is not real, but I feel it
Each night I lie awake hoping to be seen
Nothing will come of this passionate fit
Love is not love, there is nothing to gain
Love leaves with love but behind stays pain
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