{"sf1_id":1938068,"sf2_id":"bebaWAw1","title":"Oh, Amore","author":"Xiamn","words":75,"posted_at":"2022-12-29T11:59:00.000Z","tags":["Amore","Christmas","Crimson","Flower","Love","Love poem","Lover","Miles","Poem","Poetry","Special person","arrow","desires","distance","heart","life","tears"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1938068-oh-amore","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebaWAw1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1938068\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Poetry\n\nA short poem I wrote for a special person this Christmas. I decided to archive it and share it. By his reaction, I can only say that he liked it.","content":"Oh, Amore, nature's lover,  \nYou shot me with your crimson arrow.  \nIn my heart - a blooming flower,  \nTo my desires harrow.  \n  \nWhat once dead, now alive.  \nAll the tears that I have cried  \nNow dried - oh, my love, you revive  \nAll the hope that life deprived.  \n  \nThough miles away, you still are close.  \nTo my heart, you are the host.  \nEven if we both have members,  \nI will still love you the most.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1938383-beast.json"}}