Blessed Aphrodite will you help me understand
With the vast amount of hearts that beat at your command
Why must mine be tied to one that I may never have?
Is there not a healing spell or a heart-ache salve?
My request is not unique, you've heard this one before--
A heart broken wide open praying to be whole once more.
But my case is different, there is no unrequited love,
I've never known another whose heart fit mine like a glove
My heart is truly hers and here's the thing M'lady dear
I feel her heart is surely mine, she is my Guinevere.
So then the question still remains -- Whose heart took cupid's shot?
Does this make me Arthur or am I Sir Lancelot?
For to another she is bound and honor shan't allow
My crossing over any line to compromise her vow
So, though fanning the spark of hope may simply seem unwise
Her words may speak of love for him, yet touches not her eyes
By contrast when she greets me I watch her whole face beam
And when we speak of future plans, her tear drops tend to stream
I know I have no say in the affairs twixt her and mate
I also know that I must do more than just sit and wait.
Please tell me dear Goddess what it is that I must do
For the sake of Honor, Love, the Beautiful, the True?
Dear one, do not close your heart to larger frames of Love
For you can not imagine the wonders I am cap'ble of
On scales and from perspectives that would make your sweet heart spin
But always then brought home at last to rest in you again.
Challenges may well arise to make the heart grow strong
But does this conflict you describe not hint thy path is wrong?
Dear one, do not close your heart to larger frames of Love
For you can not imagine the wonders I am cap'ble of
On scales and from perspectives that would make your sweet heart spin
But always then brought home at last to rest in you again.
Challenges may well arise to make the heart grow strong
But does this conflict you describe not hint thy path is wrong?
The love you seek is free flowing, 'gainst which obstacles fall,
But this is not an obstacle, dear heart you've hit a wall.
And isn't that tremendous news? You know where not to go.
It really is that easy, just surrender to the flow
For if there's too much effort, here's the lesson you must learn:
For if there's too much effort, here's the lesson you must learn:
Love must be received, it is nothing you can earn.
So relax and trust, my love, thy boat within the stream
For soon this love will carry you to everything you dream.
Started 2012ish
Finished 22 Jan, 2015