Thou, angel limb'd, that satisfy the soul, thou wing'd divine, that prize of lover's dreams, whose tenderness, of any want, where love is possible; fire your mythic arrows. Bring unto, that ripe fruition of desire...so amorous adventure.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Jacques-Louis David 1817, Cupid and Psyche
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