Love Sonnet 25 Help, Hercules! An eagle tore a part,
Help, Hercules! An eagle tore a part,
From my poor liver, swooping from above,
Nay, not my liver, but rather my heart,
And she seems an eagle not, but a dove;
She once did at my table ate, as guest,
Zeus had bade, that nary should she mistreat,
Heart that offered all, host no one can best;
But folly, that his heart would so entreat;
For so like Syrinx, she runs really fast,
I am not like Pan, my breath would have puffed,
When there came a time, to hold her, at last,
She was turned to reeds, such a clumpy tuft;
.....But Oh, this heart been slow to comprehend,
.....And so much slower, when it goes to mend.
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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