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Helen of Troy

Helen of Troy

Such beauty is a gift from the Gods, that men so helplessly risk everything for.
All Greece hates 
Helen of Troy
The azure of her eyes 
In a stone face 
The length of an outstretched hand 
To be kissed 
The lure of heart shaped lips 
With up turned corners 
Inherently hers 
To be given 
Like prized gifts 
At her will 
To sink a thousand ships 
As if they only 
Pass in the night 
For her there is no fucking
Only the making 
Of Love
I, too, 
Am guilty 

As I watch her 
With my own longing 
Each point of interest 
A point of non-interest 
Within myself 
My own weaknesses 
She walks with such grace 
Hand in hand 
With a man that should be mine 
But wants me not 
And he wearing his pride 
So certain 
Risking all that he knows
As I assume 
My disposition
Head bowed
If she is the daughter of the Gods 
Then please 
Tell me 
What am I 

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