After a time, the tide did ebb
from the scarred, but healing, shore.
The clouds then parted to reveal a new day
sweet as those amorous ages of yore.

The Sunshine there seemed just as golden
as the previous ocean was blue.
Thus, again my heart was light
and I forgot what I once knew.

Spring did spring eternally
from the Utopian love we made.
Yet, Apollo had so blinded me
that I did not see the blade

As it sliced my soul a second time
while I reveled in the Sun.
That love now, too, was over with,
though scarce had it begun.

Desperately, I sought to cling
to those mercurial days gone by,
though secretly I knew that I
could not contain the sky.

Night did come and I returned
to my now familiar hole
where I laid me down with Misery
and brutally altered soul...

And so Aphrodite had been removed
with surgical precision
and in her place, a tumor formed:
malignant cynicism.

My heart, which once was full of love
has become now cold and steel
and though I strive to split the lock
I am doomed to never feel.

Again the soft caress of Venus
as I had so long ago.
Thus, I am left now twice perplexed
by love that would not grow.

Offer up not reflexive pity
nor insincere concern,
rather, behold the matyred Goddess
and the lesson I have learned.

Often 'tis worse to have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all
for after Cupid's cairn is raised
Hope's acropolis does fall.

Not unlike the guillotine
which severed heart from head;
leaving me searching for a fabled grimoire
to resurrect the dead.