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A request to Eros and his reply |
| Discouraging Eros: Seraph of the Bow Shooting hearts with your arrows, But from their points I guard my coeur Sans amour forever more. In your victims you infuse Affinities but I refuse To fall upon your arrows' ends Against your pricks I shall defend So heed my words Venutian Child This mortal heart you can't beguile To feel emotion anchored by trust For it desires only pure lust So my request, yes firm, but just, Shall always be a focused must. Cupid's Rebuttal: Mortal who rejects amour, Your silly request I shall ignore. On close inspection you will find, my hand wavers, my eyes are blind. I cannot see where arrows fall, they land whither they are called. For my arrows I don't guide, where they land, I don't decide. I deal in matters of the heart But I am not where emotions start If you don't wish to feel love true I'm not the one you should speak to Converse with your mind, talk with your coeur If a loveless life you wish to endure. |