Yesterday a little golden bird came. She sat down quietly on the branch of the tree I was sitting under. She carried the voice of Aphrodite to me.
"I gave your heart to him", she whispered lightly into my ear, not louder than a shush. "I granted what you wished for, love. But you can't take it back now." And with that, the little golden songbird left me in silence, sitting under the tree.
"I don't understand", I whispered back, into the empty space, to the wind. "How can that be? How can my heart belong to anyone but me?"
I believe I heard a faint laughter in amusement then. "You will learn, I promise."
Then I saw you, and you smiled because you knew, with your hands holding my beating heart. I understood.
"Whatever happens, I will cherish and I won't regret." A promise to the goddess I still keep.
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
