My Mighty Eros
Seem'th Eros who wouldn't adore thee?
Mighty cupid, you enchanted thee.
Golden sun shines, dine is yet to come.
Blustery weather envelops thee.
Lock thee in thy arms,
for thee presumes thee shalt be fine.
A paradox puzzle that wilt complete thy pieces.
In rapture there hids a million of mysteries.
Ye, who wilt be the way to create a million of masterpieces.
Ding-dong! ding-dong! Mine own Eros knocketh at thine door.
Shalt I open thy door?
And let him in just to let him passeth by or let him stay until thee end of time?
Thee waves of the oceans; giveth thee serenity but what more thy Eros embrace thee?
What wilt thou feel? Thee hereafter.
Hail of ardor—He who I adore.
Fireflies dances up the skies but he doth giveth butterflies.
Fascinating, delightful;
he's in charmingly beautiful.
I do hope thee shalt beam with this short poem,
I have for thee.
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