Erato My Muse Of Love Poetry. (Part 3) - Poem by Erato

But true love never does run smooth. His approach was all wrong.
For Erato was to disapprove her vehemence so strong.
How could this puny, mortal man woo a lovely goddess
and dare to consider a plan to spoil her loveliness?

So she banished him from her sight and the poet lay dead
and his ability to write had disappeared and fled.
No more words of love were spoken her rebuke pierced him through
unrequited love had broken his tender heart in two.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 22, 2014

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