vaeputodeusfio:

“There is the heat of Love,
the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper,
irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

Homer, Iliad, Book XIV

Ἔνθ’ ἔνι μὲν φιλότης, ἐν δ’ ἵμερος, ἐν δ’ ὀαριστὺς
πάρφασις, ἥ τ’ ἔκλεψε νόον πύκα περ φρονεόντων.

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