He sits before me, an infallible piece
A masterwork of bone, sinew, and skin
Defying perfection his fair eyes and masculine chin
His form crafted and carved as a statue of ancient Greece
I would keep him hidden, a secret held unto me
Locked away to appease my most fragile heart
For it would cause a fatal cut if ever we were apart
My soul he holds captive, his heart contained the very key
But I could not withhold such beauty from the Earth
Not all the gold of all the nations could match his shine or worth
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