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 dancers 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 were 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 vacuous present day love hides
within the noble hearts and clear minds.
Only those, worthy to be it’s warm and cozy lair,
shall feel true love and share it with care.
2009
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