The Lovers

The two goddesses, the Lovers, argue about who

Invented Love. She from heaven, says

If you, Earth, my lover emulated the supreme

In me, as i’m Love, queen of virtues – you,

Acting with me, would only ever act with love.

But, Earth replies, why frame my matter as dark,

And heaven, light, when heart lies within me?

Still, Love says, you constantly change, while i

Uphold the world. What if i have virtue in my

Giving? Asks earth, and virtue joins my nature?

Aye, but then you take, dear. Take what, my love?

My eye doesnt see whats not there. Because my love

For you comes from above. But, says Earth

You quicken my pulse, my heart generates

Love. And, between each other the Lovers speak,

Back and forth, forever, about their love.