Psyche's Prayer

Psyche held the lamp over her husband's sleeping body. He was handsome, yes, but he was also moving. She cried: I would love you no matter what you look like. His appearance means nothing to me. It's just, my sisters, they reminded me of the Oracle's prophecy. They said I would marry a monster and then he would ultimately be responsible for the end of my life. And so you broke the one promise I asked you to make. How can I continue to love someone who betrays me? You could stay here if you like, but I won't be here with you. My name is Eros,. I am your husband and the God of love