Moments can be monuments to you,
who to compare you to in the pantheon of the radiant?
Apollo, Narcissus, Aphrodite. Pale imitations.
You, who's face would launch a million ships.
Hera is sleepless to think of you.
You've heard these things before.
Compliments that, like Echo, I resound to you.
My words are not the crude implements of lesser forms,
nor the weapons of Eros.
They are purer than the Parthanon, and her namesake.
And they tell no lie.
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Odes to the Erotes
PoetryA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
