Cythera - ( Cythère)

We stand at the crossroads,
Where possibilities unfold,
Nothing is more captivating,
Than the dawn of a world.

Nothing shines brighter,
Than spring in its grace,
And nothing is more radiant,
Than love's sweet embrace.

When you seize the day,
See it is even more vivid,
Beneath the finest array,
Of our grandest delight.

These verses and sonnets,
Are devoted to you,
Aim for the core,
To reach for the blue.

Unable to keep quiet,
These horses of desire,
Chalice of pleasures,
Set sail for Cythera.

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