Dear Love Above, my complaint lies below:
Namely, that a conglomeration of scars You did bestow
On me in using too often burning Amor’s bow.
All Four Loves now battle in my heart-
To find out which is where takes a diviner’s art,
so twisted a course they take once they start.
My choices, my faults, I full well know
Led me around foolish love by the nose
And full well helped with masochistic blows;
Yet surely not all this waste is mine to claim!
I did plenty of wrong, deserve plenty of blame,
But to be left with this, a heart crowned in shame?
Surely by now my debt has been paid
For every wrong turn and ev’ry ill played?
Or would you wait ‘til the last bit of life has been sapped away?
I spurred on for eros, forgetting philia in my aim;
Kept from agape and storge ‘til affiance recalled their flame.
But now what is left, what dowry to my name?
An old woman rules my heart with the cunning of age.
Cicatrices her throne, her crown, her cage,
Killing hope with a few twists to past charades.
Is this what I have left to savour-
Isn’t this a debt repaid with favour?
The moneylender always leaves much richer than the money’s payer.
Dear Love, please be gentle-
The tiniest of flames does yet kindle
But the slightest of extremes could very well end her.
Haven’t I paid for enough-
In Life and in Love-
For all errors of judgment and personal affront?
Any more would be far too much.
Please, is it so wrong to crave warmth, desire touch,
Without these old burn scars acting up?
Dear Love Above, I’ve had it with love below;
Give me the three but take back the fourth-
I tell you, I’ve had it with Cupid’s stinging eros!
What I wouldn’t give for philia, storge, and agape’s warmth!