I could drink of you and live forever
in just the comfort of your gaze,
Great pools of an untainted elixir
that soothe me in so many ways.
Your voice is a pretty incantation,
that paints itself across the air,
As it snakes its charm right into my mind
and holds me still; here but nowhere.
Some say that it must be pseudoscience,
Alchemy, or so I’ve been told,
That you’ve taken the iron from your blood
and forged a true heart of pure gold.
Serena Malcolm 
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