I realize I am one of the lucky few
A love such as ours does not often stay true;
If my mother only knew where I was she would grieve
As if Hades stole my heart like a lowly thief;
If my mother only knew that I wandered with purpose,
Desparate for him to notice me and whisk me away to freedom and excitement
She would think me incompetent!
He is excitement
He is danger
He is a passionate flame
He is caring
He is supportive
He wants me to be his queen;
Do I dare?
I swallow my vows
And partake of our lovely pomegranate wedding cake
(Half-priced at Hera’s wedding chapel because no one else wanted it)
Now my mother is livid
Enough to turn my regal blood frigid
I love my mother
I sincerely do
But I can’t live forever as a babe born new
Six months here,
To satisfy the terms of my mother’s strict grounding;
Six months there,
To wean her off as I take flight
I am the poor wife of a poor artist;
Young love is such an intoxicating spell
As long as we have each other,
Who cares about the dumpster outside our single window?
I hardly notice the smell through my bouquet of bridal flowers!