Heather Marie Mortimer
Calypso And Cupid - Poem by Heather Marie Mortimer
Calypso and Cupid seem at a war
Which dearer vice has conquered me?
Is it my passions' wrath burst from my core,
Or the strike which was not meant to be?
Stealing your heart means leaving mine as the prize,
What more tender conquering has the world known?
Yet the losses tally so much greater in size
When the world still stands and you fall alone.
I have fallen in battle against both friend and foe,
Neither distinguished from the others' guise
Truthful lies, tender passion; if it comes, it will go
It is a dearer truth to say my love's despised.
This is less than nothing; more than all
And the closer I hold you, the further I fall.
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