Aphrodite, I have no gold.
But I can offer you a fruit!
You blessed Paris, or so I’m told.
He walked away with his loot.
I don’t really want every girl.
Just tell me where I go wrong.
Let every secret of love unfurl
let the fallen one rise strong.
I ask not once for Helena
for I have no Trojan army.
I merely ask for charisma
to rise when nights are stormy.
Yes, I’m a fall”n one indeed.
For I fall in love time and again.
A broken heart does not bleed
but ink does, from my pen.
Diaries have I filled in vain
lamenting about unrequited love.
But only you can feel my pain
so I invoke thee who art above.
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