Pante'a Padfar

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Marsha Burns (b. Jan. 11, 1945): Dreamer, ca. 1980 - gelatin silver print
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Pante'a Padfar

Discovering You!

My daemon must have been
With me when I met you.

Your aura on the
Dance floor,
Dazzling even the day's eyes!

How our eyes almost met.
Rejoice!

You are like ambrosia,
A delicious finding...
My delirium!

Your smile is as sweet as honey,
Mesmerizing all around you...

My daemon must have been around
Leading you to me

Agony...
How I had butterflies
Whenever the music faded
And I could hear your voice

Are you real?
Is this a delirium?
My ambrosia!
My ambrosia!
My ambrosia!

My daemon must
Be a cupid,
Sending an arrow straight
Through my heart.

Oh! Agony
Agony
Why won't you look my way?

Discovering you was the best
Thing that happened tonight.

My ambrosia!
My ambrosia!
My ambrosia!

I want to keep you a secret
For a little bit longer

Have you noticed me?
Look my way!
Let me devour you,
My ambrosia!

Cupid, sent this angel my way!

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ambrosia is sometimes the food, sometimes the drink. of the Greek gods (or demigods), often depicted as conferring ageless upon whoever consumes it. It was bought to the gods in by doves, so it may have been thought of in the Homeric tradition as a kind of divine exhalation of the Earth.

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