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My sweet Narcissus, I would feed your delusions any day, for you are the beauty beyond words poets try fruitlessly to capture;
Rarer than lightning in a bottle, a fallen star in a bottle may be the best way to describe you
If I could keep you like Eros’ beloved Psyche, have your unique version of Midas’ Touch -only a blessing, for you- be for my eyes only;
I would pray for immortality, invent the Fountain of Youth so as to stay in this place far more Glorious than Heaven.