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Eros, oh Eros, I pray for true love,
A heart yearns for union and help from above.
'Tis I, mortal dreamer, the patron of flame,
Speak plainly, dear seeker. What's truly your aim?
I've found her, oh Eros, my soulmate so fair,
A vision of beauty beyond all compare.
Such fancies are common as breath in the air.
What part of your tale makes you think I should care?
I've suffered alone, I’ve waited so long,
Surely my heartache is worthy of song.
You think that's unique? Sadly, you are wrong.
All mortals know longing; it's life's constant song.
But Eros, my heart beats with fervor so true,
Surely you'll bless me, my love to pursue?
Your heart beats, perhaps, but lovers need two.
Has she shown affection? Or is it just you?
Can she not love me as deeply, in kind?
Our souls intermingled, our hearts intertwined?
What colorful fiction you’ve made in your mind.
The fool’s fantasy oft leaves reason behind.
I'm drowning in sorrow while she's filled with mirth,
If joined, surely music and laughter would birth?
If you two were matched, which of you would cloy?
Time tarnishes treasures; even love can destroy.
But she is an angel! She'd never grow old!
Our love would endure it, if I may be so bold.
Perhaps she'd stay timeless, but you might go cold.
The heart's fickle nature can ne’er be controlled.
I've loved before, yes, but this feels unique,
A connection that’s rare, and it’s one that I seek.
Do you love the girl? Or what she represents?
Infatuation often makes little sense.
You wound me, oh Eros. Am I so shallow?
Is my love just a charlatan’s cheesy tableau?
You desire for certain, that much is true,
But what you're chasing, even I can't construe.
So am I condemned to wallow and pine?
To yearn without hope, no love to call mine?
You always seek that which you can't obtain,
Lack fuels your desire and fills you with pain.
Then tell me, oh Eros, what wisdom impart?
To soothe this wild yearning that tears me apart?
Passion’s a moment, a flash in the dark,
It can't heal a wound that will never embark.
Is there no solace in passion's embrace?
No balm for the soul in a lover's sweet grace?
You chase an illusion, a peace-colored dream,
And while loving is lovely, it cannot redeem.
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