Erato (Muse of Poetry):
Love is the eloquent words of a poet,
Poured out to his lost sweetheart.
His words are sweet and dripping with honey,
But alas! Poison is the honey
To the nymph
He lusts after!
Still, he declares his love with flowing words
Beautiful, yet distraught.
Euterpre (Muse of Music):
Love is a sweeping melody,
The birds’ songs are harsh and grating
And the bees buzz in vain;
For nature cannot rival this melody
Of a lover
The flowers bloom just at the catch of a few notes.
Thalia (Muse of Comedy):
Love is not some tragic affair;
It is a joyful chase!
Marked by humor, mischief, and playful
Chase on, lover!
Heaven’s blessing is upon you,
And your love will be boundlessly rewarded
Melpomene (Muse of Tragedy):
Listen not to my sister’s playful fantasies;
Love is a hardship, wrought with trials,
It is no easy game.
Love is a beautiful crown to wear,
But there is a cost, a heavy cost
To the unfortunate lovers
Imbued with tragedy.
Terpsichore (Muse of Dance):
What is love, you may ask?
My, what a simple question!
Love is an endless dance!
The lovers’ feet move to the rhythm
Their bodies sway to the beat
And they rejoice in each other’s happiness;
Not even Hercules could tear them apart.
Urania (Muse of Astronomy):
Love is eternal;
Much like the universe,
Love does not quickly burn out as the stars do.
It continues, much like a circling comet in the heavens
To endure for all time.
Clio (Muse of History):
Ah, love is quite interesting
As it has been shown in different ways
By different men.
At the dawn of time,
Kronos showed his love of himself
And the throne
By daring to devour his own children.
Arrogant also was the handsome Narcissus
Who rejected helpless echo
For his own beautiful reflection.
Self-love, however, is only one side of the coin;
Because of his intense passion for beautiful Helen
Paris took great lengths to make her his bride;
A war was wrought, as a result.
But brave Odysseus, after the war
Spent eons, through storms and giants and witches,
To reach his beloved Penelope
And his son
Out of love.
Polyhymnia (Muse of Lyrics):
Love is not one song, but many:
The lyrical poem with subtle meanings in hope of reaching the nymph’s ears
The tongue that pours forth both declarations and curses over rejection
The joyful lips that draw in the lover, sealing eternal matrimony with a simple action of love
The wordless tune, admired by many, but intended for only one.
Calliope (Muse of Orpheus):
Love is represented by my long-lost son
His deep love for the lost bride led him even to Hades
To retrieve his love.
Alas, had he not doubted the fearsome god’s promise
And looked back,
He would have kept his bride!
The love, though tragic, was true
As shown by such measures.