Category: heartissues

That the goddess of love and the god of war would plot against humanity and hand their child both gifts.

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Dear Venus,

Radiant queen of love’s embrace,

I know I’m about to sound stupid

And I dance on the edge of folly

But it’s about your little boy Cupid

The one the romans call Eros

Arrows tipped in passion’s fire.

Did you encourage him?

Be the wind beneath his wings?

For then you’d be guilty too, culpable beyond doubt

See, your mischievous child shooting arrows to test fate

Tested troubled waters;

Let fly an arrow,

an ode to love’s fervor, passion’s whispered envoy

And now, I’m in a

Moonlit serenade

Except to the music of Cupid’s bowstring

Venus, mother of love, in heavens above,
Your son struck me.