Upon the name of love

In the name of Narcissus,
who withered away
face to face with an unattainable
reflection of his own perfection.
In the name of Hector and Achilles,
and the thousands of warriors
who died for what you had wrought
between a prince and a princess.
In the name of the thousands since
who have flown off the roofs of tall buildings
and consumed the foulest of poisons
just to escape your bony grasp.
In their names do I curse you today, love.
May you forever be just a word. Meaningless.
Always to be confused with lust and desire.
Always to be spoken but never sincerely.
May your adherents see your duplicity
And may they bemoan their affliction.
May you be the idle plaything of those
with no hearts and no remorse.
But all this bitterness of history
that I bestow upon you and your name
Is undone.
Each time I look at a mother smile at her child
When a father looks proudly at his offspring.
And I know that my curse is ineffectual
in the face of true love, whose nature knows no curse.
So I pray, that may my mother's love always be with me.
May my father's strength forever be mine.
May their blessings forever bind me to them.
I forgive you, love. For you have brought me them.

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