I, Eros, the god of 'amor'.
I mastered the ordeal of love.
Shall I prepare a battleground for you?
Let me struck an arrow for ye.
I never get tired of playing—
with my bow and arrows.
Playing with mortal's heart;
toying with mortal's feelings.
Must I give thee true love?
But, where's the fun?
Shall I break young hearts?
I guess it's fun.
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Utterless (2020 collection)
Poetry#random Message : Sinong nagsabing kambing lang pwedeng humugoat? -mei zhou tou 😙
