Psyche

Boyfriend boy toy plaything you'd draw

Help me see why this worth is man tall

I would come to you with seasons grace

Transitioning in with slow love's face

Not that Cupid does not stick us all

Or guide Psyche's back through under Worlds walls

One would suppose this unyielding gift

Given from child and adorned adulterous shift

Would make us seem proud as daughters last kiss

Or scream from the mountains as son looks over cliffs

Digress I digress this seems to attest

To bliss felt so easy yet to the sullen hard felt

Heart fleeting demeanor peeks interests much keener

Opens the goblet wider and beckons the dreamer

A more inspired view then the sweet face of Venus

A human no more but a Goddess between us.

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