#147
Someone will remember us, o’er the ages
Love as infinite as ours, I say will definitely
Endure, even if forgotten, even in another time
Someone shall recall, evoke the essence of
This unique commitment, plaud its unselfishness,
A poetess will take her plume in hand and
Expound to future lovers, the beauty of a
Caress, the tenderness of a kiss, the sheer
Pleasure in which we indulged, O Paphian
Beauty, inspire us as before, to entrust that
Our names be carved out of the Parian marble
To make people wonder who we were
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