Upon yon fields of Elysium fair,
There stood a gladiator, strong and bare,
With visage chiseled by the gods’ own hand,
He thieved my heart with but a single stand.
His eyes, like flame that doth the shadows part,
Did set ablaze the chambers of mine heart,
A fire kindled not by earthly pyre,
But by the breath of passion's pure desire.
His sinews bound by fate’s celestial thread,
In battles fought where angels dare not tread,
He bore the scars of tempests, fierce and wild,
Yet in his gaze, a tenderness beguiled.
O! Gladiator, thou hast stolen...