A Young Girl Defending Herself from Eros

This is a poem inspired by a trip to the Getty Museum in LA, and the famous painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Spare me, Eros, your terrible curse!
Let not your horrid arrows fall,
I do not yearn for that prick of yours,
Which brings to my heart a heavy thrall.

I could stand the heavy lonesome weight,
That comes of liberty,
The snipping hands of Lady Fate,
These hold no fear for me.

But the way your feathery fingers play,
The heartstrings of my soul,
Your eyes--so cool and blue and fey,
Your laughter--loud and droll.

The heavy sound of twanging bow,
The deadly glint of gold,
I cannot stop its flight, I know,
Though I beg you please to hold!

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

But Ladies like to fall in love and have babies, I'm just not sure such things can be helped :P

No I really liked this piece, it was playful and beautiful and all that a poem should be.

[quarintine_deathangel]

Perfect combination of vocabulary, flow and imagery, you rly deserve more than two reveiws, cool! :)

[Palewriter]

Excellent writing. Smooth and strong.

[Coyote Poetry]

The artwork and your words were amazing. Description gave life to the beautiful painting. Hard to fight against Eros. He can come at any time. No weakness in the amazing story in your poem. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote