By: Gus Victoria
A sweet smile given
Is a potent salve
For a lonely heart wounded
With love’s errant blows
Battered and beaten,
A night spent with her
Is a year of healing
Spent elsewhere.
Her lips like the Lethe
Erase what came before
Her body like the Mnemosyne
Wakes what was thought lost,
Her love like Psyche
Anchors sweetly the many dreams
That careless flit and fly
Though no Cupid am I.
Still she is mine,
And I am hers
As is this humble verse.
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