o my love, my beauty, my life!
your appalling sensuality
is the rack
of all enchantments:
i am stretched
on the wonder of your existence.
the elixir of love
swells in my veins
even when weekday,
torturous separation
buries my soul's ardor
in tyrannic darkness.
still, i rejoice in the eternal
flame of my soul:
the quixotic, pure love
that continues
erupting in a riot
of exotic perfumes.
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