An aphrodisiac will disappear, delusional, like permanence or wealth - a shimmering, as if love were a ghost -and yet my passion for you seethes and searswithout an end. Late April leaves can’t cravecaress of dew, sunlight’s sweet splash, more than I pine for your embrace, us turned to one;when harsh reversals scar, the thought of you will salvelike summer wind in autumn; deep red bloodsurging along with mine, staid genes worked hotfrom your electric charms, as all my moodssuccumb to your sweet fire, and perfect wit. Now you are all I live for - loving you -in fleeting world of lies, you are the truth. Lauren Lipton
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This quote is a good example of the unintentional symbolism of poetry. The speaker says he loves his girlfriend so much that he cannot live without her. His love for his girlfriend is so strong that it burns like fire, all day long. When she leaves, he is tormented by the thought of her. He loves her so much that he wants to stay with her forever, but his blood must flow like the dew on the leaves that fall in the springtime.

Source: Mating Rituals Of The North American Wasp

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