Man of steel with his shield held high.
Nothing will penetrate his armor.
Yet he sends his arrows right and left.
Each one satuated with a love potion
That consumes body and soul
Leaving my armor melted and useless.
I’m open again to his attack. Oh God,
Let the wounds be healed this time
With the sweet salve of true love
Instead of the bitterness of hate.
~~~~~
(C) by Margaret Arvanitis
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