Through Psyche's Eyes #7 - Merciful Hands

Oh great goddess of "love"
(Mean and hateful serpent),
I come to surrender myself to your service
(All other options having been exhausted...),
In hopes that I might find favor in your eyes
(Maybe - just maybe - your vanity will blind you).

You require of me - tests,
To prove my worthiness
To be your son's wife.
You set before me,
Tasks no mortal could complete
with in your allotted times.

Piles of grain to sort,
Golden wool to collect,
Help and aid given by hands
Of gods and goddesses
Who appear to have a greater grasp
On the true meaning of love than you do.

Each task completed
By their gifts of grace and mercy,
Making it clearly obvious
That I did not perform the deeds,
And that they are also in opposition

To your cruel and vain behavior.