The Lover Scorned









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mdelleviolette
mdelleviolette Not heartless yet.
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Inspired by Ovid's "Amores".

(Corinna, I'm looking at you. 🧐)

The Lover Scorned

Faithless, you may hide your blushing cheeks

Faithless, you may hide your blushing cheeks behind snowy powder, painting your face with roses.

But neither cleverness of toilette, nor carefully laid veil,

But neither cleverness of toilette, nor carefully laid veil, nor pleading contortions of your lovely visage

can blind my eyes to the truth gleaming back from yours!

can blind my eyes to the truth gleaming back from yours! And alas, you know me all too well, my coy, ungracious mistress!

How crimson shame becomes you! now in disgrace as it did in modesty,

How crimson shame becomes you! now in disgrace as it did in modesty, that moment I beheld your nymph-like form laid bare,

rivaling Selene for beauty, your charms unfurling o'er the velvet sheets

rivaling Selene for beauty, your charms unfurling o'er the velvet sheets as rare jewels, glittering in the brilliance of the night.

Ay! How it drives me mad! How I pray that those damn'd feverish spots

Ay! How it drives me mad! How I pray that those damn'd feverish spots will stain your cheeks for all time;

that they will burn, cracking your porcelain skin with fire

that they will burn, cracking your porcelain skin with fire at another lover's kiss (but most especially at mine!);

that the tender brush of sunlight will leave you raw and stung with venom

that the tender brush of sunlight will leave you raw and stung with venom when glorious Dawn peers through your window!

And above all, that the Moon will scorch you —

And above all, that the Moon will scorch you — your witness in betrayal and mine in grief — mercilessly beneath her opal gaze;

that her soft fingers, caressing,

that her soft fingers, caressing, will become talons against your skin, raking darkness across your features!

So trapped between days, may memories guzzle at your heart,

That trapped between days, memories will guzzle at your heart and make you a stranger to Repose!

Dear Lady, thus! I depart in mourning.

O, thus! dear Lady, I depart in mourning. Shut the gate in my wake, and for God's sake change the locks!

I shan't come here again.

I shan't come here again. Your lively countenance turns to marble before my eyes,

as does my heart, sinking leaden cold at your disfavor,

as does my heart, sinking leaden cold at your disfavor, and the burden of curses I cannot bear to utter.

Inspired by Ovid's "Amores".

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