EROS, THE GREEK GOD OF LOVE AND MYTHOLOGY
… There are many kinds of love,
Granted from heaven above!
Yet the night was filled with fright,
Even took his sight;
Then moved him to fright,
For a thing that might-
Make him know what was right!
He never forgot the plight-
Plight of lies that came to bite!
The painted white-
Of obstructing birds’ fight,
While veins squeezed tight,
Where was the eyes’ light,
Transcending the spite?
Slowly clock ticks, he awkwardly tries-
To see the distance between his hands and her tighs.
But suddenly he acts nervous,
Asking her what is the purpose?
To hide a desire freely known!
He reaches for a drink, she for a stone!!
… Lives come and go with a blink of stone’s many years;
And how we can bundle together so many fears?
As though we act according to our mind’s desire,
Which always lead us into infernal fire…
… Love is kind-
But never mind-
It is hard to find-
We don’t look behind-
It is time to unwind-
Not in a straight line-
But walk to a corner divine!
As we say, “The time is mine.”-
We tie the vine-
And sip the wine-
What a taste, so fine-
That wind blows benign-
Which finally sends her a sign-
To tell him, “I am yours, you are mine!” !! …