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“O Dionysus O Dionysus, Plague me with your Drunken spirit, Fill my veins with the rush, With the ecstasy and the bliss, Let me revel in your happiness O Dionysus, I beg you drive me insane Drive me far So far, I can never come back down, My mind cannot go on, Let me revel in your happiness O Dionysus, I want it all, I want to dream of trees Becoming drops of colours, I want to dream of honey Bubbling from the grounds, I want to dream of clouds Dancing and dancing, I want to feel, To feel and feel and feel, Until I can feel no more O Dionysus, You have my cure, But you won't give it To me.”

“Your eyes, Their glamorous radiance, Their eternal, heavenly warmth, Their delicate and intricate beauty, The desire to see that twinkle, That gorgeous hazel glow, Overwhelms me, Hazel, the most beautiful Shade of green, Like splashes of sunlight, painting The trembling woods a patchwork of Deep ambers and throbbing reds, Like a shrouded sky, suffocating By melting greys and inky blacks, Like the rippling of chestnut browns And pine greens on a trembling tree, Your eyes, they seem, are Always distracted, Always thinking, Always swirling with hidden embers And falling leaves, They hold so many secrets That I wish I could read, Mesmerising, perplexing, surreal, How I longed to be drowned in Those dizzying pools of colours And never be found again, I adore your hazel eyes, How they utterly charm me, Like the richly brilliant stars, They truly are a masterpiece”

“Your eyes, Their glamorous radiance, Their eternal, heavenly warmth, Their delicate and intricate beauty, The desire to see that twinkle, That gorgeous hazel glow, Overwhelms me, Hazel, the most beautiful Shade of green, Like the rippling of chestnut browns And greens on trembling trees, Like splashes of sunlight, painting The woods a patchwork of Ambers and throbbing reds, Of golds and silvers, Of light and shade On a callous and dreary morning, Like the feeling of grasping a Warm cup of coffee, Holding it softly between your hands Watching, in a daze, as it Dances elegantly in a Blend of acorns and pinecones, Your eyes, they seem, are Always distracted, Always thinking, Always swirling with hidden embers And falling leaves, They hold so many secrets That I wish I could read, Mesmerising, perplexing, surreal, How I longed to be drowned in Those dizzying pools of colours And never be found again, I adore your hazel eyes, How they utterly charm me, Like the richly brilliant stars, They truly are a masterpiece”