Daphne

Dearest love-not-to-be,

I find,
I am at odds with the world now.

I wish only that I could have returned to see you once more.
Time for me is running out.
I cannot tell you how much I have missed you.
I cannot express my love in words…

I hope you get on well,
in my absence,
not that it should be new to you.

Please don’t cry for me.
I am nothing but a burden to you, now.

Let my heart go.

My Deepest Regards,

Apollo

Psyche

Dear She-who-cannot-be-had,

I met you. I truly met you.

Do you remember that first day? When I drew you across the class? Oh, I think you do. Your smile. Your eyes. It’s all about you. It’s all about you! I drew you! You saw me drawing you. You smiled and blushed. That was… Magnificent. When you blushed. I blushed. We both jutted away.

We were so shy and nervous around each other. Few words exchanged, but still. Always, you smiled. Always, you sat next to me. For an entire semester. Close. Always, I smelled your perfume.

Oh, the scent of pachouli.

That first day, you cast a spell on me.
And then you played a trick…

We met for coffee. It was absolutely perfect. Don’t you think we connected so well? Effortless plumes of thought flowed between us. We shared stories and laughed, too. I remember your blushing, your eyes, and your finger twirling your hair, as you giggled.

But you already had a great love.

Sorry to Exist,

Cupid

Tantalean Punishment

Dear Phantom of my Nightmares,

You have succeeded in tormenting me. I am well deserved. Remember all of the pain and sorrow that I inflicted? You did me in, too. We’ve been on a rampage.

Trial after trial.
No break.

I will muster my strength if I am to face you again.

We will see.

The cards told me that we can be together in the stars.
But we will not, because I am responsible.

What makes my love any better than his?
What makes my art any better?

I should give in to despair.
I should relent.

I should become a monk.

Never Knows Best,

Tantalus

Endymion

Dear Angel of my Dreams,

You are so magnificent.

Your fragrance intoxicates me.
Your Medusa Gaze sets me in stone.
I hear your whispers in my ear.

In you, I find peace. Your love is kind to me.
I wish you weren’t a phantom. You are so intangible to me.
I wish to be held in your arms, to cry into your bosom.
I need you to tell me it will be alright, but I know it won’t be.

Just lie to me, anyway.

You are just a vision.

I am humbled by your youthful splendor.

Sing to me, again.

Forever Gazing,

Selene