“Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded
to me so quickly:
I entertain no base, insolent thoughts
about you.
Arrows of Cupid work divers affects.
Some do but scratch us;
Slow and insidious these poison our
hearts over years.
Yet with a head freshly honed and
cunningly fledged, certain others
Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly
there our blood.”
— Mar 23, 2026 06:25AM
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