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Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
I am Eros, son of Aphrodite, fairest to behold of all the eternal gods of Olympos.
I am passion, I am desire, I am lust and love, primal and pure, sweet and savage.
That skip of your heart, that tug in your guts, that fire in your loins, that's me striking you with an arrow of gold or setting my burning torch to you -
Oh, shut up. It's my turn to introduce myself -
- and that's my twin brother, Anteros.
God of reciprocal love, and avenger of rejected lovers, at your service.
I am sweetness, I am romance, I am the hidden kiss at the corner of your lover's mouth, I am the secret smiles shared, I am the pain that comes when love is no more, mine are the arrows of lead that bring the dull agony that comes when the laughter and touching is gone.
Love us.
Fear us.
Hate us.
Desire us.
You can't help it. You brief little creatures are so easily distracted - when your stomachs speak you forget your minds, when your minds speak you forget your hearts, but when your hearts speak...
You forget everything.
And we are, first and forever, creatures of the heart.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
I am Eros, son of Aphrodite, fairest to behold of all the eternal gods of Olympos.
I am passion, I am desire, I am lust and love, primal and pure, sweet and savage.
That skip of your heart, that tug in your guts, that fire in your loins, that's me striking you with an arrow of gold or setting my burning torch to you -
Oh, shut up. It's my turn to introduce myself -
- and that's my twin brother, Anteros.
God of reciprocal love, and avenger of rejected lovers, at your service.
I am sweetness, I am romance, I am the hidden kiss at the corner of your lover's mouth, I am the secret smiles shared, I am the pain that comes when love is no more, mine are the arrows of lead that bring the dull agony that comes when the laughter and touching is gone.
Love us.
Fear us.
Hate us.
Desire us.
You can't help it. You brief little creatures are so easily distracted - when your stomachs speak you forget your minds, when your minds speak you forget your hearts, but when your hearts speak...
You forget everything.
And we are, first and forever, creatures of the heart.
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Satan sends His regards. heart