Seems Cupid's arrow is poisoning me again ... Yet, sweet are the hallucinations such poisons bring.

As emotions are roused, they grow each
and every day. Enflamed is the spark that
ignites the soul.

Enkindle passions that crimson the cheeks
of a shy and timid soul that trembles. Timorous
verve, with such dovishness that shines softly,
blooming in tranquility in a garden of souls.

A perennial sprite burgeoning in the calm waters
of a serene ocean. Blushing bud, a rose so fragile,
a blossom to behold so delicately within thy hands.
Tread gently upon these grounds, for this soil tis
mine heart. Plant thy seeds of love and cultivate
the flora which grows.

Grant mine soul amnesty within thy own.