As so the enlightened one said:

“Rejoice, and hear me

That sting you feel.

You may think it is pain.

Yet it is salvation.

My arrow is my word, and my gospel is my poetry

See, all are to befall with emotion and to feel with power

My Faithful: The Sons and Daughters of Earth

Blinded by all types of lust, love, and the heart’s matters

For I am your deity, my son.

Theos

Kyrios

Son of Psyche

Some have called me Eros

God of Chaos

With the pen as my sword, I strike thee with all of my will

My Love, Fear, Confusion, Lust, and My mighty Bow

All weapons forged by The Gods, just for me.

The wings on my back may be branded as angelic

But I am no such thing

For they are a deformity

They chain me to the sky

So that others could be blinded by the sun

Easier for me to strike if you never see it coming

Chains that allow me to hover above those that I would rather tie myself to

Never being able to love another being.

It is my curse.

So I force it upon you.

I’ve devoted my existence to connections made and missed

That feeling you get in the pit of your essence

The energy that you feel from primal attraction

You know it, the one you can’t explain

That causes you to turn before you see or hear someone

The bumps on the nape of your neck when someone you love touches you

All of it.

It was always me.

It will always be me.

For I am Cupid.”