• Before the purple veil of dawn fell down
    Venus and Mars parted and went their way
    Venus wept and shed tears upon her gown
    While Mars lay in the monotone English bay

    In her Egyptian garden she stood sane
    Wondering when this scourge had cascaded
    Remembering the revelry and rain!
    So, never were they infatuated

    He stared at the stars, thinking of only her
    Lost in heavenly labyrinthine bliss
    In his soft Venus-scented coat of fur
    He cried for they ever cease to exist

    In a golden room full of Greek incense
    Both will never know their putrid distance