You’re the most beautiful Shelley on my beach,
Towards you, my heart does reach.
The mask of anarchy crumbles to reveal your true face,
And I pick up your pieces with effortless grace.
Prometheus chained like our loving embrace.
The only thing to match the elegance of our entwined fate:
Dancing in circles, lost in trance.
We step deeper into our enduring romance.

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