If I am to fall in love again,
O lovely Aphrodite-
I beg of you:
Won't you make it soft?

Give me a love
like the first sigh of Summer,
as Life unfurls from cold clutches.
For Life has been far too cruel
O Blessed Aine
for someone such as I;
A poet
with a heart tender as the flesh of fresh fruit.

Please,
O hallowed Venus-
Won't you bless me with adoration
so divine
that when the wrath of Hell below
and Heaven above
swallow us whole
in a maw of magma,
People will discover us centuries later
and find only One soul;
An amalgamation of an abomination
so lovely
that Shelley's Wretch learns to blush
from His pyre.

O holy Ishtar,
won't you allow me a love
rooted in tenderness.
Allow me fleeting touches
and a devotion worthy of a temple.

If I am to fall in love again,
won't you bandage my bleeding heart first?