A Worthwhile Sacrifice

Oh, to feel the prick of Eros' razor-sharp arrow,
For that sweet warmth to melt my stone-cold heart,
I would give the blood coursing through my frozen veins.

For the beauty of true sweet kisses
To brush my untainted lips but once,
I would give the breath that sustains them.

To find the one who shall make me soar
On love's swift yet unforgiving wings,
I would give the heart that loves him.

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