Cyrano
Oh c*nt, you dick
It is so nice to talk like Cyrano and be polite
Towards the goals of love. To fight
No more. To write quite lovesick
On the topic in a way most delicate, refined
And win a heart not by title nor by cash
Instead by art, to be quite dignified about the flesh
A master of the body and the mind
If we are prostitutes, then let it be, of a most Godly Muse
"You whore", you may accuse:
"Of the divine, of the less earthly matters"
When I kiss in love letters
It goes to show
By sublimation, the reality of Love I know
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