Eudemonia
Chorus:
Eudaimonia! Flourishing blossoms of the springtime of youth,
Gentle fare of barefooted love flares and thrums the heart,
Young friendship adorns the laurels of inspiration,
As in the muse's veracious adoration of sweet Sappho.
Tithes unbind the spirit in cultivated love,
The adulation of life springs forth from ceaseless time,
Pale red spurns the colour if not seen,
For barefooted love is a longing to be recognized.
Amara:
What is love?
Greatness gone too far, for it has fallen over the edge towards madness.
Consumption of identity both irate and caring.
A sickness birthing fever in the passions?
I will not stand for it, how we discuss love as pageantry,
It is a wild and untamed inferno throughout the heart,
And I can’t stop mine from beating!
Nanaya:
Sweet Amara, love is a longing to be recognized,
Silence hurts the yearning spirit whose dance is brilliant,
You are right, the idol of love has made us stupid to it,
We seek a fiction,
Love is kind, love is patient, and love does not boast.
I say to you, love is tempestuous as it is kind,
Impatient and expecting, as it is patient,
Courageous and prideful, as it is unboastful.
Love inspires the passions into action.
Amara:
What is yet unseen is my love for you,
Unrecognized in its boon,
Desiring and festering in my spirit,
Writhing through my veins, I love you!
You mustn’t love me back. I do not want your pity.
Nanaya:
This I know,
I have known,
From the desire in your earth-touched eyes,
To the traces of fingertips against mine,
I have known.
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