I call upon you, oh wise priestess, with your lovely grace,
In case you’ve reflected on the issue of love, I’m your
disgrace,
I’ve been sapped of that enchanting elixir you let us drink,
A sweet drug fogging the eyes and pulling my heart while I
think,
Please whisper in my ear Diotima, so I can hear your godly
chime,
I’m as alone as the moon wandering among stars, against
their rhyme,
As Apollo’s reigns hoist the Sun down to Hades I lament that
brisk breathe,
For it’s not a trifle but uncertainty which clashes like
Zeus bolted death,
“You’ve quoted love,
child, but let’s be clear,
love is no simple
thing to hold, but easy to fear,
all wanderers’ dream
of steering into such a beautiful place,
yet its Chance which
makes those crossed paths face,
Love is an elusive fish
swimming through life’s seas,
sometimes forced apart
by unknown pleas,
you’ll question the
forked road with no end in sight,
but you’ll never truly
know it’s real without such plight,
So let the weavers
design the yarn of your fate,
And hope the feeling
flourishes before it’s too late.”
