Love Sonnet 43: 'Bring Me No More Ambrosia, Please, No More' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more,
Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink,
Of Graces' dances, spare me no encore,
And Muses' songs I'll hear next time, I think;
Apollo, please, please mute your lyre today,
True happiness is scarce from here above,
Goodbye Olympus, I must go my way,
To plains below, where lonely waits my love;
Disguises, I need not, like form of swan,
Or shiny bull with which to roam the fields,
She is no huntress who could swiftly ran,
But angel of a love her heart so wields;
...Do let her see me in my humblest form,
...And may our love then overcome the norm.