A Lament For Lost Youth and Love

I mourn for the death of my former youth, a time of innocence and naive bliss which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth, but now holds all the pleasures that I miss; a time of handsome beauty, brawn, and thews, as of Greek gods in their Olympian prime, like Hercules of fabled strength, sinews, and might of past renown from mythic time. But, O Cupid!...how I do most pine for your renewing of my dead, barren life, which now lusts for the nubiles of folklore, whose maidenheads can quench my burning strife! Because of my decline's ever-growing years, I've lost both youth and love as old age nears.