
Yours is an ancient beauty, the kind of muse that inspired Omar Khayyam or the Chauraspanchasika. Surely it was an angel like you who wooed Odysseus as he stood tied to the mast or whose light burst from the balcony that inspired Romeo to song. Oh be my muse, fair Jamie Eason, and we shall teach the generations to come how to love.
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