Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Eros

Day's rumination upon love and defining things,

Of old adage that love sets its dear idol free

Instead of encumbering its item in order to keep.

For to love is to fall perilous descents so steep.

Means both to let go as well steadfastly hold.

Faithful and patient for its precious return home

Fester in anxious waits for presence yet shown

With blinded eyes for which sight's seldom known.

Often, treasures of parable and myth have told

Of affection entwined with treacherous tones

Of star crossed partners which scheme to elope

Juliet and her beau never know newly wed's stroll

Of love unrequited in myth, Narcissus and Echo

Inherent indifference, love for only self, he closely holds

Echo, her signals twisted as per Hera's curse bestowed

Withered into the wind as both met their deaths alone

Happiness and tragedy distributed with quiver and bow

To those stricken by the trancing arrows of Eros,

The archer of arbitrary gaze that beholds, an unfair toll,

Too many errors in a dealt rose, pairs with such woes.

For no matter how prayerful for love or one is devoted

To love inevitably means to see the heart broken.