OMNIA VINCIT AMOR
(LOVE CAN DO IT ALL)
SHE tiptoed into the bedroom and gave him a sweet stare. What she gently
beheld filled her heart with a joyful and quavering thoughts. He slept
but his dream was restless: “Once Eros said to Plato at Mount Parnassus,
the Muses gaze at you but you ignore them…”
She was one of the Muses. She was to be his Muse, the beauty portrayed
on a woman’s face. To her, he was the lover of her dreams, the lover
of her feverish nights, the lover who entertained her sleep. She has tiptoed
into his bedroom, he has tiptoed into her soul.
It was mid-summer starry night. She stared at him as she did look out
towards the sky. She approached and gently caressed him all through. Then
he woke up and looked at her. Words made redundant as they made love to
each other. The night ended up with a fervent silent verse sealed with
a sea of caresses and kisses: “Carved into soul thy Grace, and in
me invoking thee I stand trial before your sight, that renders me thine…”
One day she came with a trace of despair on her face. She had been lovelorn.
She called upon the verse, while wondering herself if “for a dreamy,
kind delight, she should five her heart outright again”.
Then his friend said: “Though Love is a pity beyond all telling,
its perfume also may faint in the travails of passion. When you tiptoe
into your lover’s body, you tiptoe into his souls as well. Carve
into your soul, and invoke thy Grace in him”.
The following night she tiptoed into his lover’s bedroom and gave
him a sweet but different stare. He has been waiting for her to come.
He was midnight sharp for her solely. Then he turned the lights and looked
at each other’s face. It was him, his wise friend, the lover. Then
she said: “Destiny has driven us together. Omnia vincit amor”.
In passion clef
When the lovers speak in passion clef
Their world of eyes and ears shuts
To the forces of thought
The moody passion runs amok
The glory of the first touch is all
What their fancies set free.
When the lovers speak in passion clef
They give their lives to live a minute
The glory of the first touch
The fancies they set free
