Love, winged god, you nail your arrows,
You light flames in hearts, you rekindle them.
Love, they call you blind and a rebel
You paralyze body and mind, you are an optical illusion.
Love, born from Aphrodite's breasts,
You disturb hearts, then you pass into oblivion
You remind me of the tide, one day you flood us
with passion, strength and drive and you energize us.
But when the momentum is gone, the passion subsides,
Then the tide comes, to cut you off.
But if you cut off love, love can bloom,
to the wounded hearts, to comfort them.
Oh Platonic love, you elevate the soul
You do not submit to the flesh, you stand tall.
Your goal is truth, the idea of good.
The connection of two souls on the path of God.
photo Jupilu, https://pixabay.com
