THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE
In the arena of love
The crowd await
As they see
The lifting
Of the players gate.
And in they come
Two entrants unknown
And as they meet
Chemicals fly
The betting is born.
The crowd begin
A bet here, a bet there,
Are they stayers, or not
Will they eventually pair?
And then the gate
Opens once more
And the third slowly,
Enters, Sly through the door.
The stakes are raised,
Watchers eyes shine
Lips are licked
Gossips gobble and dine
In the Arena
The crowd await
As they see the closing
Of the players gate.
Out of hate, love and beauty,
the eternal triangle,
came Cupid and his arrow,
victim of himself.
~//~ ~//~
Psyche, the daughter of the
king and queen of Sicily,
boasted that she was the most
beautiful woman on the island.
Inflamed, Aphrodite sent eros
to shoot her with an arrow of
desire, which would make her
fall in love with the next man
she met. Eros fell into his
own trap, for upon shooting
her, fell in love with her him
self. Taking her to a secret
place and marrying her. She
was later made a goddess by
Jupiter and Eros (cupid) was
immortalized.
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