Pontus and Hera: Slaves of the primordial time
Love is a seige; I am a warrior.
You are the deluge.
You are the voyager; I am the dock.
Our fates' in streaming currents of the waves.
You uphold the ocean by your eyes, whilst I am at the coast in bewilderment.
Alarmed at how you effortlessly stirred something within me with the mere sight of you..
How the serenity of recognition soothed me..
And of how and when I heard my calm on your first word..
My Pontus: I will always mesmerize at your enigma.
My soul is anchored by your abyss.
I, Hera, am the vision. You are a dream.
Mayhap, our dots were chartered to meet in the charts of destiny;
I will always be the shore you kissed bound for home.
I am the lighthouse to signal you of home.
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HeraoftheUniverse
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