Mount Olympus

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Once my soul was hidden,
away from prying eyes;
i hid my blackest, deepest thoughts,
muffled all my cries.

i thought i'd never find the key
to open up my heart;
but then i met my equal,
my inextinguishable other-part.

instead of rain, i saw the sun,
instead of blackness there was light;
instead of melancholy there was joy,
when first you came into my sight.

o, how my heart wept happy blood,
to see it's missing slice,
stretch it's grateful sinewy veins,
in freedom from its vice.

my sobs of gratitude were drowned out
by the songs of praise in my head.
how could i have waited for so long,
have thought wishes that i were dead?

when first i heard your footfall,
my eyes beheld your grace,
i knew you had captured me without a fight,
as my soul drank in your face.

i tiptoed gracefully on cloud nines,
wept in pure delight;
i worshipped you in my eagerness
to erase your every plight.

i found my golden god of war,
my Achilles, my Apollo, my Zeus.
for once my despair laid down its arrows
and reluctantly signed a truce.

my entire being was enveloped in euphoria
as i waltzed, without worry, without care;
my heart was in danger of suffocation from my rapture,
"go ahead and be happy" it seemed to dare.

but then you hit my weakest chord,
and tumbled me from my pillar,
and you ripped away my prudent shield
with the grace of a practiced killer.

my heart wept blood, my eyes wept tears,
to know you'd denied my happy years;
you'd soothed and brought about all my fears
and taunted my martyrdom with your jeers.