Myth, Legend

Tracing ribs with arrow tip, 
Vain promises he will not keep 
Elixer drops grace Cupid's lips 
Wake me from this restless sleep 
Above, upon a throne of blue 
They are not mourning beauty passed 
And I wake to question if love is true 
When cupid's arrow has been cast 
Tucked inside a valley of green 
a prisoner of Eden for my helpless sin 
Begging pardon from envy's queen 
For crimes only deep as mortal skin. 
Tracing flesh with fingertip, 
Cupids arrow strikes Beauty deep 
Elixer drops grace Cupid's lips 
To wake me from eternal sleep

Cupid & Psyche