Once I heard something about
Love between a god and a goddess
And I don't think that would be
A story worth hearing.
No, could a god love a goddess,
Beautiful and eternal,
More than a mortal woman,
Wide-eyed and naive,
Awaiting so nervously
The rendezvous of this king's wishes?
No, a god would feel
Too many empty spaces to fill,
A constant comparison,
An eternity of discontent.
There is pleasure in the temporary,
Like how a rose so delicate
And passing,
Will always mean love,
Like a cactus could never,
Even though love is more like
The prickly leaves that don't wilt
At the first drought,
But rather produce red flowered fruits.
No, a god would love the brown curled woman,
With the warm lips,
The hands that bake and wash clothes,
The legs that walk miles.