Morning skies envy the charm that is yours
when you’re alongside me the rain never pours.
With astonishing elegance, the stars brightly shine
sharing our fantasies, making you mine.
Mars – he commands and his victim does blush
Venus – her heart’s swept away by a rush
This time unstung by fate’s fatal menace
She is an angel that blind cupid blesses.
Hurt is healed by a spirit kindred
he stands dishevelled, somewhat bewildered
hurt bows down – accepts defeat,
cowers away, as by love he is beat.
The love you give is my Achilles’s heal
I thought I was invincible, that my heart could seal.
Upon my heel lives a heart shaped soar,
You, my love, fell from a shooting star.
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