A God Of Loss

Keeping mirror houses within your bosom, do you really hope to fall in love?

All around the image of thy own self, how could you look beyond to fall in love?

Is it not so that you love your own reflection, be it in the mirror, or some one else's eyes? Let yourself not allude to the notion of falling in love with those eyes, then. Its just the reflection, my dear, that you adore.

In the Parthenon of your heart, Athena is the carving of your own charming self. 

And deities don't fall in love, you know.

All they expect, are devotees. 

And they bear with them the authority to grant. Heaven or hell.

Approval or rejection.

You know,

You can approve or reject... but you can not love, my love.

And what loss is this!

To be a god, and to not know the euphoria of falling in love.

For gods don't fall.

They stand still. Expect. Demand. And judge.

They just don't fall.

You may have the entire Parthenon to yourself, but aren't you a god of loss, my love?