How cruel a fate, the curse of falling in love with you.
That wicked arrow, notched in its bow, pulled taught
By that god with a blazing gaze, locked onto my heart
I want to grind the name of Eros to dust in my teeth.
How unforgiving, to lay me at the feet of one who
Cannot possibly see the glitter of my soul.
Truthfully, I suppose this love-wrought weapon
First nicked me when I saw you from afar,
Entranced and intrigued and fearful all in one.
Yet now, I have established a rapport with you
And this arrow only digs itself deeper inside.
How can I not love God's magnificent creation?
Visions of you haunt my every waking moment
And I try to suppress the heat flowering in this
Fertile soil laid by my own naivety.
The death of this passion would be easier planned
Had you not been that model of Jesus' character,
Kindness and love unlimited and overflowing.
Restraint is the temporary solution--locking the beast
Far away inside because you can never be mine.
I will appeal to my common sense
And say that this little love, this respectable love,
Is enough to sustain my aching heart.
But I am at the mercy of Eros,
And this arrow lodged in my chest leads only
To a fate dwelling in the dark of obscurity,
Alone and wailing forevermore.
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In Lieu of the Expressionist
PoetryInfluenced by art, mythology, folklore, and alternative expressions, these poems are the culmination of growth over three years. Having had the chance the participate in a creative writing mentorship program, win an award (National Gold Medal in Poe...
