Psyche: Do you think I tease?
Amor: Umm... who, me? Well, I'm too huge for you to really tease me and get away with it.
Psyche: No, I mean...do you think I am a tease; that I flirt, caper around a bit much?
Amor: You just called yourself a magnet and me a metal head. Does that count? (Pause) Actually, if I hadn't known you better, I would have thought that to be a pitiful attempt at picking me up.
Psyche: What would have been appropriate then?
Amor: How about...I travelled half way around the world to finally find myself in your arms. Keep me.
Psyche: (Throws her head back and calls him a loser)
It happened then. I smiled. He smiled back at me. I scrunched my nose at him, a little playfully, a little amorously. A dainty wink my way he threw. We walked away, as great friends.
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.
.
cupid's arrow went astray,
and in my arms eternally he lay.
The painting used is Amor and Psyche, 1907 by Edvard Munch.
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What Time Said:
I have trickled through eyes
And basked on cheeks.
For years, months
And many weeks.
Saw a hundred moons wax'n wane
Seen Abel befriend a fallen Cain.
Heard Gregor pronounce his anguished wail,
Turn human shaded by a mother's veil.
Tasted Juliet's pungent,acrid tears,
Purging Romeo of his nascent fears.
As he inched towards the circle sixth,
His eyes on his Beatrice's, were firmly affixed.
This and more of this can be infinitely said
Of immortal tales tied by life's subtle threads.
Then how may you claim them just to be friends?
For aren't Love and Memory
Destined to serve eachother's eternal ends?
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