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
Edward John Poynter, Psyche in the Temple of Love (1882)
Cupid and Psyche, Edvard Munch (1907)
Cupid and Psyche
Love, now be forewarned
My soul you shall not steal
Nor my mind to persuade
Love, you say to me
No desire to do harm
Though quiver full of charms
Love, you show to me
Bounty willing to pay
But to be only mine
Love, come no closer
I care not of your plea
Though I see that you bleed
Love, I plainly see
That in truth you have died
Wiping tears from my eyes
William-Adolphe Bouguereau, The Abduction of Psyche (1895)
The Abduction of Psyche, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Cupid, with thee arrow strike yonder male,
Seal the fate of Psyche so young so frail.
Mother, if thy command I will not fail,
Yet did I, now with wound of no avail.
Psyche my love for thee shall be proven,
As thee see our lives be interwoven.
Will be tested by mightiest coven,
With arm around thee shall fly to heaven.
Gently I place thee upon the clover,
Bed so soft for a beautiful lover.
Looking at thee I move my lips lower,
To kiss thy lips. Seal our love forever.
No doubt, love can last an eternity,
Even between mortals like you and me.