My First Love

I have cut off at least a thousand heads of Hydra But I am still fighting with it I wish I were Hercules Throughout my youth I was mesmerized by the nymphs Now I have realized it was just Waste of my most precious time My first love was burnt to ashes Like the phoenix Now the ashes are turning into My love once again But the dragons are destroying My sweet dreamland By blowing with their mouths Wild firestorms Now my brain is haunted by the ghosts They try to scare me to death Now I am like Adonis Venus has hurt me by her weapons Wherever my blood drops fall Blooms anemones of love poetry