Oh, Amore, nature's lover,
You shot me with your crimson arrow.
In my heart - a blooming flower,
To my desires harrow.
What once dead, now alive.
All the tears that I have cried
Now dried - oh, my love, you revive
All the hope that life deprived.
Though miles away, you still are close.
To my heart, you are the host.
Even if we both have members,
I will still love you the most.
Oh, Amore
A short poem I wrote for a special person this Christmas. I decided to archive it and share it. By his reaction, I can only say that he liked it.
3 years ago
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