Cry to the Gods

This garment of passion is custom-fitted
It was painted upon my flesh with ease

Will not dissolve with any fluid or solution
To remove it would part the skin from the bone

Must be some predestined purpose for this
The season is ripe for exploring anew

Is there one fashioned like him
Ready to embrace and receive

To respond in kind with matching desires
Fulfill the longings of my soul with care

Or will You turn his heart toward me
Cause his eyes to unveil the light upon me

As these petals from the first spring blossoms unfold
Shall the cold winds of rejection cease

Doth Aphrodite awaken at my beckoning
Summon the heart of my muse to arousal

Will Hera stay the storms and rains
While our courtship doth commence
 
Is there some agreement
Amongst the heavens

That necessitates my suffering
The conclusion thereof proving much sweeter than grief

Has Eros intervened relaxing my sorrows
Ordering affections my heart deserves

Will his fervor and zeal toward me result in adoration
If not, why doth this craving linger and suffer me to be heavy with tears

Is there some work that we must finish
Collaboratively conquer or later pursue

I bid you make it plain before me
Allow my footsteps a pattern of glee

For my loyalty to his allegiance threatens to undo
Let this cup pass before my time is due