The sweetest flower in the fields of fate,
Serendipitous epiphanies of mutual desire,
A savior of the heart is never too late,
Embers rain down from the passionate pyre.
Heaven bestows a moment, time stands still,
Eternally lost in the depths of the heart,
Never again to feel solitude's loathsome chill,
Abandoning rationality from the fiery start.
Painting the body with a palette of soft kisses,
Intimate embraces rousing inadvertent tears,
The cherub's arrow flies true and never misses,
An acceptance of destiny and a loss of all fears.
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