Eros the god of love, that curses us with this wretched emotion.
He, the child of Hope and Disillusion, seems as though presenting a gift when it’s really a curse.
The god is neither poor nor rich, but a medium that satisfies him, he is a Daimōn.
Residing in the deepest part of the mind, he gives you hope, only to make the illusion crack like glass and laugh when you are cut by the shards.
The god of love looks desirable, not beautiful and not ugly.
When anyone lays eyes on Eros, they will see what their heart desires, but not how the image ripples apart like the surface of water.
He wears charm like a beloved worn-out sweater and spews promises so radiant, they blind you.
Once you’re in the warm embrace of Eros, the arms grow cold, and the charm fades.
His promises of “love and forever” were really just “like and for now.”
Eros is desirable, too desirable to be with only one.
The hope you once had was only false and the shards of broken dreams cut deeper.
Eros whispers promises just as the Prince of Lies whispers deceit.
Charm is deceptive and Eros is desirable...far too desirable to be involved with.
Run far and run fast to keep your heart safe, from the god of love, Eros, who silently awaits.
Eros the god of love, who dallies in human affairs, has given us a curse that will last eternal all through the years.
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