The birth of Love
Once upon a time was born a feeling,
that soon grew and frolicked among us freely,
made us drunk and happy, day and night,
and shone on us like no other weary light.
Love – we called it and it sang so sweetly,
enchanted all the living – lifting swiftly.
And only with an instant, flimsy grasp,
it held our hearts and tickled them till gasp.
From mortal beasts, turned into puppet dolls,
we were couples with twirled heads and flying souls.
One day the Gods and Goddesses got frankly bored,
daring thunders shook the grounds – they snored.
What they felt … Well, “envy” is hardly the word.
Let’s say… It was a time for change in the tender world.
Then in just a moment amid the colors of the vivid Earth
to many sneaky, twisted feelings was given birth.
Soon they chased all who had fallen in love,
until there were no other but the Gods to think of.
Thereafter was to be no more joyful laughter and giggly sounds,
only bitter, jealous hearts in the wicked dance of doubts.
And to this grayish, present day love hides,
within the noble souls and clear minds,
Only those worthy to be it’s warm and cozy lair,
Shall meet true love and bear it a heir.