Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! To celebrate, here is a poem for Eros + a Digital offering. May he flutter by your side! 💘
I sing of Eros, rose-crowned hunter of hearts who afflicts mortals with sweet pangs
He travels around the world, shooting his fiery arrows into the souls of men from all lands
With soft-feathered white pinions he nimbly flies from here to there
A restless, playful spark of fire, merrily giggling under his breath
Many call you the son of Aphrodite, the goddess who arose from the sea in times of old
From its billowy foam she bubbled up and shone forth into the world
She crowns herself in seashells and pearls and is fair beyond what words can describe
And it is well-known that you are her companion, more often than not you walk by her side
Yet others say that you are older than that, rumor has it you appeared from nothingness at existence’s start
When the cosmos was but Chaos, everything at once and yet nothing at all, when the universe had no divided part
Gaia sprouted to life, say the poets of times long gone, the earth herself who feeds us all and sits us in her flowery lap
Followed by Tartarus, the abyss of endless black, so dark not light itself could escape from his jaw’s dire trap
You were third, last but not least, for it is told that from birth you were the most beautiful of the three
Holding a bright torch in your hand, your golden locks shining for all to see, born ready to fill creation with glee
These other two are vast in their might, but still your power rules supreme
For the feelings you inspire are than broader than she and deeper than he
Wether you’re the youngest or the oldest or the gods, I beg that you heed your suppliant’s prayers
You who traverses the stormy main and the blue heavens, the wide-pathed earth and its inner layers
Key-bearer of nature, you cannot be contained in your flight; none can restrain you, try as they might
So help me out against those who try to control who we can and cannot love, aid me in my fight
Pour your essence into my being so that I may overflow with love
Enough to share it with others and yet still have plenty left for my own
Teach me to be one with the moment, to enjoy life’s little things
You who hold infinity’s strings, who laughs and whispers trough dove’s beating wings
Never leave my side, never let go of my hand, teach me to be one with you who are the father of joy
So that I may build an answer to the greatest of questions: “What is love?”, and answer than I myself can enjoy
