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It is as much of a blessing as a curse
To be in love with you

Why me?
Why must I be the one
To get my heart broken
Every single time I lay my eyes upon you

A loving glance, a desperate stare
Never to be answered

Eros, ἔρως
God of love and desire
All I hear is
God of heartache and anguish

You have pointed your poisonous arrows at my heart
You took aim, cowardly shot me in the back

It is a paradox to me
The only thing that keeps me going
The only antidote
Is this amorous sensation in my heart

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