Even with thy heart of gold,
Thine most precious treasure
Is thy feelings as deep as river:
With currents of love taking ahold...
(1)
Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold
Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.
Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll come to life.
(2)
Feel my bosom
My warmth
Open the gift
There's a key
That would lift
Untangle the ribbon
Before Atropos does
There's no Anteros
But here's me, so Live!
(Roger Roger A. Pautan Jr.)
(3)
Anteros punished him
With golden arrow, aimed.
Then Atropos took the lead
Called Clotho, commanded
To twirl the thread.
And peace, at last!
Cornucopia of tranquility
With Zephyros's breeze.
And Notus hid, in slumber cast.
(4)
In South's sleep,
Boreas awakes
Euros's Deciduous dispersed
Nostalgia to Phthonos
Oh Hera, can he be claimed?
Where in Anemoi,
will Eros's arrow hit
Or can Oizys grief beat?
The heart of this man has left.
Have I ever told you that Anteros
whispered love notes to me the day we met?
His sensuous breath carried love’s arrows
and my heart became yours without regret.
You must have heard the whispers he had let
for you softly stroked the hair from my face,
and never since, have we left love’s embrace.
Our love grows stronger as the days pass by.
Children and grandchildren all on their own,
we once more snuggle into a shared sigh.
Our days together bountifully sown,
those we have left admittedly on loan.
Yet you softly stroke the hair from my face,
sealing our days’ end with Anteros’ grace.
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