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To sooth your bold resentment. Be sure this time I’ll stay a while, And bathe in your contentment. Your form makes all the Gods perspire, And great warriors stand and tremble, Whilst those whom Eros did condemn, Still can’t resist your Golden Temple. My days are long and nights unending, I too, dream of such conclusions. As oft it seems such pinnacles Are simply Pan’s illusions. My heart is strong, my feelings true. My deeds unparalleled. But my mind’s made up, my decision taken, Love can no longer be withheld. No more you’ll wait at the cliff’s edge, Tormented by your memories. I’ve found a way to seal our love, And confound all our contemporaries. From beneath the waves once more I’ll come, Despite Poseidon’s henchmen. I’ll take you to our land of dreams, To spread fresh seed around our garden. |
