CUPID AND PSYCHE

In sundry worlds, across the ocean,

Two lovers live…

At the edges like Aurora, Hyperion’s seed

I’m Psyche, and she’s Cupid

How can this be?

She’s a ‘god’,

I’m just human

Can cope with my unending misdeeds?

That is love’s anomaly

Now the people clamour…

“Accord him his kind; bestow her hers…that should work properly”

But “OMNIA VINCIT AMOR”, says I…

I’m a weak mind, and a feeble soul…

She’s sturdy; she can mould me whole,

Make me her kind so I cease to grow.

The heart of love,

From up above,

The Uranus, like a white dove,

To certify my baptism

Now I’m her kind,

So let’s love and never mind…

Cupid I am, and she’s Psyche…

She’s Cupid, so what else can I be?

Bother not ‘bout whatever it might be…

Leave our love to us; we’ll be the best you’ll see…

Are you all our Venuses?

Jealous not our BEAUTIFUL dream…

Defy all odds,

And tick when the clock tocks…

Selene, lend me the moon…

Helios, lend me the sun,

So I’ll put the two together to live as one…

No day and night…

Just a strip of ticking time I will call Daight.