Cupid and Psyche

Cupid and Psyche

Cupid, bright as sun, heart bewitched, did let
Sweet Psyche, like the full moon in the sky,
Cast love’s spell.  Jubilant and passionate,
They merge amidst starshine and nebulae. 

Her gentle fingers through his golden hair,
Whilst golden arrow pierces tender heart. 
Love’s scent like hawthorn blossoms in the air,
A whispered wish to never be apart. 

Carefree her heart inside his warm embrace,
And warm his breath with sweet ambrosial kiss. 
Her fingers trace the contours of his face. 
True love -- lo, what be more divine than this? 

Now found is joy by sun and moon,
Two hearts that whisper one same tune. 

- 6/15/2007