May Love, the disquieter, disquiet thee. Do not hold out upon thy bed! With the terrible arrow of Kâma do I pierce thee in the heart.
The arrow, winged with longing, barbed with love, whose shaft is undeviating desire, with that, well-aimed, Kâma shall pierce thee in the heart!
With that well-aimes arrow of Kâma which parches the spleen, whose plume flies forward, which burns up, do O pierce thee in the heart.
Consumed by burning ardor, with parched mouth, do thou come to him, pliant, thy pride laid aside, mine alone, speaking sweetly and to me devoted!
I drive thee with a goad from thy mother and thy father, so that thou shall be in my power, shall come up to my wish.
All his thoughts do ye, O Mitra and Varina, drive out of him! Then, having deprived him of his will, put him into my power alone!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Thoughts from a Lovesick Witch
PoesíaA twenty-first century youthful mage, so as considered desperate for true love and affection, writes her thoughts and chants about the manifestations casted under her accountability in hopes to improve her love seeking.
