That my poor body cannot execute.
I am a Beethoven, I am a Wagner,
My orchestration needs a thousand pieces,
But am restricted to a shepherd’s reed.
Reveal to me the secrets of the ancients,
Instruct me in the art of love long lost;
That love of time when Gods and humans mingled.
In love I am a God, in love expression
I am alas! a frail, a weakling human.
O Eros! Eros! Eros! God of love,