Cupid’s arrows rebound from your icy exterior.
Never hitting their mark even though they fly true,
they shatter or clatter on the dusty earth,
unable to pierce the persona and reach the real you.
Venus’ gift is rejected, deflected harmlessly
by one that rivals the Olympians for beauty
and cruelty to mere humans and worshippers.
And yet like a Muse you continue to inspire me.
Pulling my soul from my body with a glance,
you overpower my will with your jade eyes
and pierce my soul with the merest glance.
Your immortal and ancient power
overwhelms my pitiful attempts at words and songs,
clanging of gongs, discordant and harsh
compared to your ethereal presence and essence
that no mortal can keep long.