My plea

Aphrodite, can you help me, I plea, for I am lost in his warm gaze, unraveling endlessly. Each glance a thread pulled loose from my soul, each smile a quiet theft I cannot control. Zeus, do you hear what my silence reveals? A storm in my chest no thunder can conceal. If love is lightning, then strike me true— or grant me the strength to see this through. Hera, keeper of vows, of sacred ties, why does devotion wear disguise? Teach me the line between truth and plea, between what is his—and what it could be. Athena, grant me your mind, sharp and clear, for my thoughts dissolve whenever he is near. Let reason rise where chaos grew, for wisdom falters when touched by you. Apollo, light of truth, of golden flame, why does love feel like losing aim? Your songs speak truths I cannot say, so sing my heart before it fades away. Artemis, fierce and free beneath the night, teach me how to flee this fight. For I am both the prey and snare, caught in a love I cannot bear. Ares, I know your fire, I feel your rage, a quiet war I cannot cage. Each heartbeat strikes, each breath a blow, a battle only I will know. Hermes, swift of tongue and quicker still, carry my words against my will. Tell him the truth I dare not spe