Smote by a glance, smote by a touch, smote by emotions that eddy and swirl, for you and I are rivers that can flow as one, ever onward to our mother ocean.
Smote by eros arrow right through the heart, our love arrived fully formed, as if in one divine spotlight we saw our pathway onward was one and the same, and how can one un-see?
This maybe the briefest of ode, corny and over-bold, but I overdosed on you the day we met and that O-D, well, it's highest rush yet. Love is an addiction is it not? Is it knot? For I was tied into this by invisible bonds, drugged by divine hand, smote ingot.
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