Cupid
In no obedience to his mother's demanding restraints
did he hide himself from that which he loved.
Out of no fear of the goddess of love
Did he veil his extravagance to Psyche
and appear in the night's soft shadows
Instead of the sun's radiant chariots
Dire mockery of beauty did he fear
that his love once seen his true form
would find it unseemly, unwelcomed, unlovely
would see some hidden blemish upon his porcelain brow,
would discern some hatred, some ugliness in his soul,
and would run from him into the night from which he came
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