With certain Love I face the day
I set my mind to peace but I cannot rest,
Eros has shot poisoned tip arrows into my chest.
What venom is this that enslaves a heart for years and the years to come?
What gruesome torture is that of attraction crashing with emotion and energy?
The very same unseen force that creates the fusion and passion of the sun
burning in the hearts of lovers
pulling them closer and closer to feel the unity of the universe.
