To him, love is ugliness hatched from Aphrodite’s beauty
For charmed by her nymph bliss are the fools
Often found to fall into those drowsy pools,
Enchanted with her fine fantasies
And sleepless elves casting spells of nightmares
As love is a mountaintop of blossoming cherries
Descending into valleys of vines and sour berries

He was one happy farmer of love we all once knew
Now here upon the grey pastures, he suffers pain anew
Heartbroken andwasting in gloom, a poor sad lover
Seekingtimeless refuge in eternal misery.
With a sad harp in hand and his decaying emotions
He sings out his melancholy with so much passion
And deep with meaning, like a sordid confession
To the deafened ears of love’s inventors

To him, love catapulted him up to happiness height
And then dropped him without feathers for flight

Once, he dreamt a honeyed dream. It was Eden
For he was back in spring’s beauty garden
Sipping sweet nectar with charming Aphrodite
Amid the fine showers of angelic chorus
And soothing bliss shimmering gently at his feet
But wait, some dreams are sweet yet not so sweet
When reality’s jealousy knocks on the doors of the dreamy eyes
He woke and was greeted by the broken pieces of his heart
Still withered and scattered sadly upon the grey pastures
He crawled back into his misery to harvest more miseries.

He was one happy lover we all once knew
Now a poor sad fellowsuffering pain anew
And sodrank from Aphrodite’s charm
Eternal misery has become his love totem
Worn gracefully around the neck of his broken heart