Eros, ancient one, swift impulse and raw power,
I praise you. Born of chaos, of love and conflict,
beautiful god, your arrows always hit their mark,
and when struck we are transformed. Bringer of passion;
of youthful innocence discovering first love;
of fiercely felt desire and of lust-driven need;
of love fulfilled; of a single bittersweet night
or a lifetime's rapture; of a love unreturned;
of blessed heights of ecstasy; of sweet despair,
of heart-sharp pain; of bliss passing understanding;
of purity of feeling; of clarity of heart--
Eros, capricious one, for these gifts I thank you.
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