EROS, THE GREEK GOD OF LOVE AND MYTHOLOGY 

… There are many kinds of love,

Granted from heaven above!

Yet the night was filled with fright,

Even took his sight;

Then moved him to fright,

For a thing that might-

Make him know what was right!

He never forgot the plight-

Plight of lies that came to bite!

The painted white-

Of obstructing birds’ fight,

While veins squeezed tight,

Where was the eyes’ light,

Shining bright!

Transcending the spite?

Slowly clock ticks, he awkwardly tries-

To see the distance between his hands and her tighs.

But suddenly he acts nervous,

Asking her what is the purpose?

To hide a desire freely known!

He reaches for a drink, she for a stone!!

… Lives come and go with a blink of stone’s many years;

And how we can bundle together so many fears?

As though we act according to our mind’s…