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The Prince of Passion
Dancing in the Fire of Your Gaze
In the timeless realm where emotions swell,
Where the stories of love, countless souls tell,
I dared to ponder, in twilight’s embrace,
What new confession my heart could trace?
A tale as ancient as carvings on caves,
In pottery and clay, love’s echoes behave.
Inscribed on ivory in India’s vast span,
On papyrus in Egypt, the heartbeats of man,
On rice grains in China, where lovers would woo,
In offerings and promises, to love they’d stay true.
Yet when I resolved my passions to share,
A hesitant breath filled the evening air.
I’m no cleric, nor a teacher in part,
Believing not that roses should explain their art.
What shall I pen, oh lady so fine?
A tale that’s solely, uniquely mine.
A sword that pierces only my core,
Drawing me closer to life evermore.
When I sailed the oceans of your fervent gaze,
No maps did I seek, no compass or blaze.
