I was forbidden to see his face or his physique
but he always let me know that he was there.
He gave me the finer things and treated me fair,
and I know that he loved me I dare say, of that
he never swayed.
Since the day I have been taken away
from my father and sisters, I have lived with
this man as my husband, never to see his face
but only to feel his touch.
I was always left to wonder
if he was a man with beautiful features
or a hideous defect of an unforeseen creature.
His love was genuine for he never fails to tell me, never fails
to show me and to that I hold true
his love for me, it was never blue.
For one day after nearly a year of his pleasant love
he allowed my beloved sisters to come and pay me a visit
and I was never more the happier for I had not seen them
since I have been taken. But other reasons
had they for their visit, oh I was so mistaken.
They poured into my subconscious mind
their lies, deceit and their malace for they
have become envious of the splendor that had befallen me,
of the grandiose of my comfort; they thought me to live unhappily
but were taken aback with what they have seen
and so believed that I was not fit for such a palace.
They filled my head with such opposites, twisted half-truths
and convinced me they did, for I let them get the best of me.
One night as my beloved slept, into his room I crept and at his side
I took the candle and as quickly as I grabbed the sconce I torched it
and held it as high above him as I can handle.
Low and behold my breath was taken as I stood
there in front of my husband; I was so frozen!
There I stood staring at his glorious features. All golden!
Lovely golden locks of honey scented hair, smooth silky
skin so soft and fair, and long beautiful golden lashes.
Oh, how I was so wrong about him, about everything!
I was so wrong to have doubted him, but it was too late.
My love caught me looking down on him and as I came out of my
frozen state with a startled reflex, I unintentionally burned him
with hot wax from my candle and with a scream so lovely he jumped
from his serene slumber off the bed only to glare at me,
the bride he had wed and his face turned so sad for me because
in his heart he truly loved me, but also because he knew
what must be done.
“My beautiful wife, what have you done?
Have I not told you from the very beginning
that my love was all you needed to trust?
Instead you betray me with your uncertainty.
Have I not told you that I was a man of honor,
integrity, of hope and of love?
Yet you go and forsake me with your mortal curiosity
and for that I must leave you, for you do not deserve me
my sweet love.”
I fell down to my knees as I watched with tears of sadness
once full of joy for his glory was too much to behold.
This beautiful creature who had taken me to wife,
spread his mighty wings, took hold of his bow and satchel
full of golden arrow tips. He came down to me on bended knee,
he gently caressed my face as he guided me to look upon his grace;
And as he kissed my lips it was then that I had realized,
my husband not a man; oh my how stupid for I knew then
my husband, Son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was Cupid!
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I was forbidden to see his face or his physique
but he always let me know that he was there.
He gave me the finer things and treated me fair,
and I know that he loved me I dare say, of that
he never swayed.
Since the day I have been taken away
from my father and sisters, I have lived with
this man as my husband, never to see his face
but only to feel his touch.
I was always left to wonder
if he was a man with beautiful features
or a hideous defect of an unforeseen creature.
His love was genuine for he never fails to tell me, never fails
to show me and to that I hold true
his love for me, it was never blue.
For one day after nearly a year of his pleasant love
he allowed my beloved sisters to come and pay me a visit
and I was never more the happier for I had not seen them
since I have been taken. But other reasons
had they for their visit, oh I was so mistaken.
They poured into my subconscious mind
their lies, deceit and their malace for they
have become envious of the splendor that had befallen me,
of the grandiose of my comfort; they thought me to live unhappily
but were taken aback with what they have seen
and so believed that I was not fit for such a palace.
They filled my head with such opposites, twisted half-truths
and convinced me they did, for I let them get the best of me.
One night as my beloved slept, into his room I crept and at his side
I took the candle and as quickly as I grabbed the sconce I torched it
and held it as high above him as I can handle.
Low and behold my breath was taken as I stood
there in front of my husband; I was so frozen!
There I stood staring at his glorious features. All golden!
Lovely golden locks of honey scented hair, smooth silky
skin so soft and fair, and long beautiful golden lashes.
Oh, how I was so wrong about him, about everything!
I was so wrong to have doubted him, but it was too late.
My love caught me looking down on him and as I came out of my
frozen state with a startled reflex, I unintentionally burned him
with hot wax from my candle and with a scream so lovely he jumped
from his serene slumber off the bed only to glare at me,
the bride he had wed and his face turned so sad for me because
in his heart he truly loved me, but also because he knew
what must be done.
“My beautiful wife, what have you done?
Have I not told you from the very beginning
that my love was all you needed to trust?
Instead you betray me with your uncertainty.
Have I not told you that I was a man of honor,
integrity, of hope and of love?
Yet you go and forsake me with your mortal curiosity
and for that I must leave you, for you do not deserve me
my sweet love.”
I fell down to my knees as I watched with tears of sadness
once full of joy for his glory was too much to behold.
This beautiful creature who had taken me to wife,
spread his mighty wings, took hold of his bow and satchel
full of golden arrow tips. He came down to me on bended knee,
he gently caressed my face as he guided me to look upon his grace;
And as he kissed my lips it was then that I had realized,
my husband not a man; oh my how stupid for I knew then
my husband, Son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was Cupid!
Sooo, this was not meant as a poem, but more like a story in poetry. I love this story. Hope you enjoy it as well.
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