Every step he takes leaves blooming flowers,
Just like Persephone walking to Hades's heart.
His earthy brown eyes shake the core inside me,
Like an earthquake of pleasure.
I sound like a love-struck puppy,
But I couldn’t care less if it's him I’m talking about.
Oh, my emperor—
Your long lashes curl so perfectly,
Your brows beautifully painted to your face.
I could watch you every second without averting my gaze.
How could a human—
How could a human be as graceful as you are?
My dearest emperor,
Your lips are plump and teasingly tinted with a rosy hue,
Looking so scrumptious and desirable.
Please, stop looking at me with those eyes;
I might forget that I’m just a mere poet
Who admires his master.
Oh, my dear emperor.
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