With you, my cup should overflow
its brim with ambrosia
What should I do with all that nectar
it should be sacrilege to spill
Elixir is dangerous for mortals
We should be content with remembrance and hope.
Yet, some day I shall come looking for you
like a lost puppy.
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Agree, other than the last two lines. I have a completely different philosophy. And a pretty large ego :)
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