The water from the river Styx,
May consume the virgin land.
But the flesh of a love fomerly latent
Will sheild me from Atropo's hand
With a body soft enough to comfort
Yet strong enough to defend
He takes my shredded optimism
And slowly starts to mend
No other love can warm the nerves
That were once frozen frigid
A heart that now is round and warm
Was before, rough and rigid
When the slicing breeze cuts down the cities
Of Athens, Ithaca and Troy
Within this homley hearth
I stand dteady with a boy
The collapsing core that holds the morals
Of Jupiter and Juno
Cannot affect our immortal bond
A love that makes the moon glow
And though the silver crossbow
Strikes me with its independent forces
I fear to sat my loving heart, from my mind divorces
Every pleadge I gave to Artemis
And every feminist song I sang
Is supplanted with the promise of his gentle kiss
He is my warmth and comfort
My soft place to lay my head
So instead of Jupitorian infidelity
I will give him more of me instead
He has Vesta's humble heart
And gives me a hearh and home
I love a man of godly counteanance
Whom, to me will never need to atone
