A Poetic Ruse

A Poetic Ruse

O! sweet angel, you epitome of beauty and grace,

Are you Aphrodite in disguise?

Or are you but Circe- come to enlace-

My forlorn heart with your beautiful eyes.

Are you a lake tranquil, serene-

Ever-flowing from the gardens of Olympus

Or are you but a sea, a murderous queen

Whose tides can all Creation crush.

I know not you, your true form concealed

I know not your intentions, how you feel,

And yet to your eyes, my heart doth yield

And yet to your form, my soul doth kneel.

Is it love? I do not know O! muse

Is it God’s will or but a tragic ruse….



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