Her lover has left her destitute and heart-broken

Sailing away never to return to her love spoken

Treacherous love that has left her on the shore

To mourn and weep her loss for evermore.

But wait, the gods have intervened for truth

Bacchus leaps into the void left by Theseus forsooth

Falling madly, deeply in love with Ariadne

Forever to tread the board of passion deadly

He leaps for her and spins a silver ring

Of stars in the sky a lovers string

That seal the deal and steal her heart away

That in love they the lovers forever stay.

She hesitates, is it real or a passing fashion

Is it true and deep of a transient, shallow passion?

Her head tilts to catch a glimpse of love’s possibility

Can it be real or just the effects of outward probability…

She will acquiesce for the pull is real and strong

Love a transient gleam whether short of long

Her feet will turn as her eyes see the fleeting look

Of Bacchus’ rampant love a god’s rebuke…