Eros' Arrow
Eros' Arrow
When Eros shoots the heart of one
The piercing point of Beauty’s son
Borne of love and lust and loss
To pine for one’s a lover’s cost.
Eros with his quiver filled
Leaves a trail of hearts he’s killed
For the one that can resist the bliss
Is one that Eros’ arrow missed.
One cannot avoid their fate
Eros is most tempting bait
When you’ve been blessed with heartache’s kiss
It sends you down toward raw abyss.
Power drives to seize and pay
But love desires to waste away
For Eros shoots not more than one
The villain strikes and knows he’s won.
Eros built of marbled stone
Sat atop a church or home
Our pray to him to hear our call
That Eros’ arrows find us all.
The Voice
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