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Aye, O' Muse, sing of my beloved.

Aye, O' Muse, sing of my beloved. For I was not born a poet, but her eyes graced me to be;

Aye, O' Muse, sing of my beloved. For I was not born a poet, but her eyes graced me to be; and I was not born a musician, but her voice lulls me to life;

Aye, O' Muse, sing of my beloved. For I was not born a poet, but her eyes graced me to be; and I was not born a musician, but her voice lulls me to life; and I was not born an artist, but her smile shapes me to praise.

Aye, O’ Aphrodite, hail my beloved.

Aye, O’ Aphrodite, hail my beloved. Isn't the dream of her a form of 𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴?

Aye, O’ Aphrodite, hail my beloved. Isn't the dream of her a form of 𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴? My heart flutters at the sole mention of her name,

Aye, O’ Aphrodite, hail my beloved. Isn't the dream of her a form of 𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴? My heart flutters at the sole mention of her name, who gives the most lovely name to Love,

Aye, O’ Aphrodite, hail my beloved. Isn't the dream of her a form of 𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴? My heart flutters at the sole mention of her name, who gives the most lovely name to Love, Love declared so blatantly against all odds and gods.

Aye, O’ Aphrodite, hail my beloved. Isn't the dream of her a form of 𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴? My heart flutters at the sole mention of her name, who gives the most lovely name to Love, Love declared so blatantly against all odds and gods. Odds are, I'd petrify at the sole sight of her.

Aye, O' Fates, bless my beloved,

Aye, O' Fates, bless my beloved, as you weave the strings of a Love fated to stay unrequired.

Aye, O' Fates, bless my beloved, as you weave the strings of a Love fated to stay unrequired. She who in my heart fireworks of fine desire makes arise;

Aye, O' Fates, bless my beloved, as you weave the strings of a Love fated to stay unrequired. She who in my heart fireworks of fine desire makes arise; she who weaves the waves of my fate

Aye, O' Fates, bless my beloved, as you weave the strings of a Love fated to stay unrequired. She who in my heart fireworks of fine desire makes arise; she who weaves the waves of my fate like poems transposed to music.

Music,

Music, music mirrors the sight of her,

Music, music mirrors the sight of her, a mirror that is, but a glimpse in her soul.

Music, music mirrors the sight of her, a mirror that is, but a glimpse in her soul. A soul that echoes in my heart with the voice of an angel.

Music, music mirrors the sight of her, a mirror that is, but a glimpse in her soul. A soul that echoes in my heart with the voice of an angel. A voice that pulls at the heartstrings of my soul.

Music, music mirrors the sight of her, a mirror that is, but a glimpse in her soul. A soul that echoes in my heart with the voice of an angel. A voice that pulls at the heartstrings of my soul. An angel that pulls at the depths of my heart.

Aye, my beloved: mercy I beg at your feet!

Aye, my beloved: mercy I beg at your feet! Spare me and teach me how to breathe again;

Aye, my beloved: mercy I beg at your feet! Spare me and teach me how to breathe again; o' little poor me, how I wish I could kiss you under the soaking rain,

Aye, my beloved: mercy I beg at your feet! Spare me and teach me how to breathe again; o' little poor me, how I wish I could kiss you under the soaking rain, but just standing next to you has become a forlorn feat I can’t defeat!

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