Swipe

Left, left, left;

My Tinder is a travesty.

Were I ugly, were I beastly,

Off despair I may wean.

Beauty hurts, so they say;

Mine is a great curse.

Embarrassment, hesitation,

These snatch each suitor away,

And those who wish to

Know Psyche

Dread even to look at me.

With Tinder deleted,

My hopes for love fraught,

I was sent to wed one wretched monster.

Zephyr led me to Eros, and

No swipe was needed,

I knew I had found what I sought.