Of all the Grecian myths You shared with me but one, A tale of ancient treachery, A father and his son. Though your sin was of another kind, What followed still was pain, Since you reached for the apple, Now knowing of its name. Then stooped your lips toward water, Though you knew you shouldn’t. You thirsted for what I withheld, And give to you, I couldn’t. For you knew well the laws Of the kingdom where we came, But I know it is not only you Nor only I to blame. Still, every time you reach for me, The branches draw away; And every time you thirst for me, The water will not stay. I’m sorry to have made of you A man condemned to this, To hunger for forbidden fruit, To thirst for our first kiss. But yours is not eternal, love, No sentence from the gods. No fruit is bound above your head, No water lies at odds. You need not bear forever The punishment of Tantalus. Since there is a way to end your curse: Forget that I exist.
