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A Note For My Venus


May Erato and Euterpe preside over me as I compose this devotion into poetry for Venus|

And string one of cupid's arrow in her direction|

That may one day pierce her skin and enter her heart|

Where she will learn to love this composer as much as he loves the voice of his inspiration|

Drift my view toward her vision in the skies above|

As I strum a note worthy of Apollo's lyre|

A noise which makes crystals from stones and the glass render clear|

Let clouds steer my chariot towards her palace|

Where we may someday reside together|

In lands between the Hyperboreans and Ethiopians|

With a love as pure as that shared between Pyramus and Thisbe|

Emotions thunder with lightning struck from her touch|

The body stands stiff like a stone at the sight of her eyes|

She opened the box|

Letting go of all the perils of the world|

Leaving with me the last glimmer of hope|

That one day these Myths will transcribe up from texts into reality|

And bring the foreseen happy ending we were meant to realize|



-I wanted to post this closer to valentine's day, but couldnt wait. I wrote it a few weeks ago.


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  1. Philippa DrakeJanuary 23, 2012 at 9:19 AM

    A very rich, powerful post. I love the way you hark back to classical antiquity.

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2012 at 6:40 AM

    I am glad you didn't wait :)

    This just inspired me, thanks.

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