Cupid

In no obedience to his mother's demanding restraints did he hide himself from that which he loved. Out of no fear of the goddess of love Did he veil his extravagance to Psyche and appear in the night's soft shadows Instead of the sun's radiant chariots Dire mockery of beauty did he fear that his love once seen his true form would find it unseemly, unwelcomed, unlovely would see some hidden blemish upon his porcelain brow, would discern some hatred, some ugliness in his soul, and would run from him into the night from which he came