Sonnet IV

Trees, green with envy, frame the mythic scene
letting light shine through on our heroine;
and there she stands in the glow of a dream;
She’s as gorgeous as desire and sin.
I watch Aphrodite enter the play;
she comes in, from stage left, in jealous rage;
and poor Psyche will suffer her display
for a wise man said ‘all the world’s a stage’.
So sad Eros must play the mother’s fool,
yet from the stands we seek out thy hero;
though the play is subject to tragic rule,
in life, as in myth, there is always hope;
so Aphrodite – the Goddess of Love-
thaws her cold heart by Cupid’s light above;


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