Sonnet of the Gods and Mortals

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In the ether of heavens, where love rests,
A sonnet is born in immortal verse,
Where ancient gods, in their abode,
Weave destinies like astral threads.

Aphrodite smiles on her royal throne,
Eros, with his arrow, intrudes,
In mortal hearts, a sweet gale,
A burning passion, never deluded.

Among ruins of forgotten time,
Echo dreams unrealized,
Mysteries of an ancient and lost world.

In the pages of mythology written,
Eternal love, beloved through the ages,
In classic sonnets, is immortalized.

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