She sees intently into the endless pools of time
with her ageless goddess eyes
gazing into her ethereal laver,
the basin where love swirls in its everlasting power,
for her essence probes the hearts of mortals,
looking deeply into their darkness and loneliness.
Dipping her finger into its eternal nectar
to stir the blood of those she watches,
inspiring that sweet immersion
into the romantic charms
that she flows with silent, unseen sway.
Oh perfect enchantress
who has caressed and bathed so many souls,
to drink of the divine elixir,
swelling such potent passions.
Beyond the sleeves of night
of her Elysian chamber
does she pour her magic upon the eve,
minds dressed in sudden, inexplicable desires,
thoughts floating a river of intimate images,
confused lives struggling to surrender
unto that burning urge to hold another,
utterly consuming, unable to let it die,
until the steps of cravings are taken to finally succumb
where she knows true happiness for humans will lie.
It is her gift she graces from a bond that was forbidden
having once dared to want a king for her own,
but the immortals barred the union
so now she mourns by creating couples
letting their star crossed embraces
keep shining the love she was denied.
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