The Curse of Eros (A Villanelle)
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late,
Young Eros takes aim, pulling tight his bow.
True Lovers will discover eternal fate.
Grinning as tension is released and straight
Flies the deeply piercing crimson arrow.
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.
Knowing his prey may never consummate
While bound by promises. Steeped in sorrow
True Lovers will discover eternal fate.
His indifference to joy and pain innate,
He fills with pleasure the wounds we hallow,
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.
Love holds no promises of tomorrow.
When blind Eros strikes, full hearts turn fallow.
True Lovers will discover eternal fate
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.
Michael F. Lewis
4/14/2013
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