The honey that didn’t come from a bee.
Sweetheart that was more than heart shaped cookies.
Love was a beautiful thing to feel,
when Cupid wasn’t just bored with love’s usualities,
Or a pawn to Aphrodite’s hands and vengeful wishes;
the board, Beauty, on which she was the evil queen.

Lust was the red queen, the deck’s overrated piece.
Overrated because it only played; could never win.
The players in her team got played on feeling’s field.
What was the luster in mere arrows, intimacy with no meaning?

Then, the blind ones at temples, silver and gold, all they were seeking.
Temples of love like the congregation of Tinder and eHarmony.
Knights in...