A girl there was, with beauty unsurpassed
Despite her beauty, marriage never came.
Her fate always sought, fate that ends to dust.
Psyche or The Soul, all but one and same.

A winged creature, with bow and arrows.
Despised by many, but sought from above.
Bringer of happiness and much sorrows
Youthful Cupid, mischievous god of Love.

Her beauty unsurpassed caught Love himself.
But lack of faith forced them to break apart
Only through suff’ring the Soul proved herself
With Love and Soul’s Union, all things start.

Love cannot live in a place of no trust.
The Soul will do anything what Love must.

Infinite Fate
Sonnet VII
04/19/01; 12:23 a.m.
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