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….