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| My lover's skin glows like the finest marble, And I burn to touch it. I burn with the teasing dance of her glances. I am on fire, I am aflame, I cannot think of anything but love. Venus has abandoned her island shrine at Cypress To live in my heart. The goddess will hear nothing but songs of love now, She will endure no music to stir the blood toward war, Adventure, or anything but love. Friends, build a green altar right here, And lay me down upon it. Place sacred branches all around my body, And bowls of wine, and sticks of incense. I am already a victim of love, A sacrifice to Venus. Now let her hear my plea! ~Horace |
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