An Ancient Love Tale
An Ancient Love Tale
Aphrodite was her name,
Men and love were her favorite game
Gave birth to many children of love
Received by lovers many
Could not recall them all, if any
One of the children was her favorite one
Cupid was his name; he was the most handsome son
Aphrodite was a Goddess with many emotions
Which she seldom controlled in all her motions
When a King's daughter was worshipped and loved
For her beauty so fair,
Aphrodite decided with a snare
To punish the child so innocent and humble
By having her married to the land's worst dumble
Psyche was the name of the child, so beautiful and humble indeed,
Never understood for all the attention the need.
The goddess sent out her son Cupid with the task
He knew better than for her motives to ask
When he laid his eyes on the beautiful girl
His conscious stirred, his heart began to swirl
He could not punish the beauty he saw there
He decided to keep her to himself forever
As his secretly devoted wife in a hideout
Deep in the woods, no one knew about,
He built her a palace and only visited after dark
Making her think that he was ugly as an old tree's bark
For years they lived happy in the dark and by night
Never one of them started a quarrel or fight
Until one day psyche the beauty was sick and longing for
Her sisters and family and friends and more
So Cupid allowed for her sisters to come and see
That she loved this life on her own will, free
His beloved while he was gone out
Jealous they were and therefore did shout
He is a danger, you need to get out!
The next night they met, she waited for him to sleep
So undisturbed, happy and deep
And turned on the light to see
What kind of ugly danger he could be
But then she could tell by his gentle face
Full of beauty and grace
That he was a god, the king of her heart
But the word was out, she had not been smart
Aphrodite had her abducted and the very next day
Held her a prisoner, like a slave I dare say
While Cupid was searching high and low and under
The shrub, trees and blunder
For his beloved wife who he missed
The one who so dearly he always had kissed
In the end he asked the Godfather Zeus to help out
Which he did because the young God was so distraught
Aphrodite gave in and decided at last
She should just love young Psyche and cast
A spell of everlasting love for her son
And his beautiful bride, whose happiness now begun
Forgiven the sin of her beauty and the attention it will draw
A devoted wife and daughter in law
Psyche became and lived happy without shame
As a God's wife, like a Goddess the same.
By Birgit and Roger Pratcher
Copyright © February 2006
Have a happy Valentine's Day!
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