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As a trubute to the Alcaeus and Sappho poetic gift only!
One's equal with his bliss to mere gods
Who siteth beside thee, who hearkeneth to
Thy charming speeches
And he seeth as a melting languor
From these fair lips heading for his mouth
as the juvenile smile flieth.
And each time, as soon as I'll go down with you,
from the tender meeting
my soul is sudden thrilled with ...
And there's a question on my speechless lips ...
The sharp affective flames of love
Runneth quickly through my veins ...
And rings bell in my ears ... and rebell in my blood ...
And some cold sweat is coming through ...
The body...My body's trembling ...
And blooming flower hath y-faded pale
My weary passion view ...
I am a lifeless ... and numb one,
In eyne of mine, I smell as lights get dimmed...
I look without seeing ... I am no more ...
And waiting in unconsciousness ... I wot -
I am about to perish... lo! I'm dying.