Psyche in the Temple of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Psyche in the Temple of Love

Our lips first touched secretly in the grove
Its taste was that of the honeysuckle
Together our young unskilled hearts we wove
A tender spring love was born in April

There is a great fear now that it is May
Since that sunny day his eyes I’ve not seen
Has he forgot promises on that day
That not another heart shall come between

Coaxing the butterfly to seek him out
The agony in my heart he must know
My love for him there is not any doubt
The fire in my heart can melt winter’s snow

Here praying that I’m not a childish fool
Being in love can be mean and cruel

Image credit:

Edward John Poynter, Psyche in the Temple of Love (1882)

2 thoughts on “Psyche in the Temple of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

  1. Veronica

    I was enchanted by your description of the “tender spring love,” and Poynter’s exquisite “Psyche” accentuates its romantic charm!

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