Dear Eros, get your arrows ready to let it fly. Isn't this what you do best? I'm probably your fave subject; What with the countless arrows you've struck with. I'm probably painted with over a hundred wounds. Is unrequited love my muse? Or do you and Aphrodite do this out of amuse- ment? I've fallen for so many people and they never work out. What is this all about? You're close to testing me doubt my worth; But I won't let you. I'm weak-kneed when it comes to romantic love but your prophecy won't alter my life completely.
-m.b
an old ranting poem about the gods/goddesses of love