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God help my mettle and heart to be strong,
For I am in love with the Amazon.
She comes from Colossus beyond Paragon,
Deep in the heart of the Amazon.
O Lord Almighty—for her love I ache!—
Although she could bend me and, like a toy, break
My body and soul, my heart then forsake,
And leave me in pieces to drown in her wake.
I am helpless, a slave to the spoils of desire,
She has captured my thoughts and enchained me with fire;
What passions ablaze does her beauty inspire;
What smouldering yearnings—she makes me their sire.
Oh, how—how could I not then aspire,
A moth to the flame I would sweetly acquire?
Though love’s wildfire makes loving her dire
On this pyre I shall—no, must expire.
God help my soul if, in love, I should spawn
The feelings immense of the Amazon.
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