The Morning After

(A Poem to Proserpine from Pluto) (Inspired by the oil painting: "Proserpine" by Dante Gabriel Rossetti) You couldn't love me, This much I know to be true. Snatched from your mother's arms To join me in my sweetest turmoil. Screaming all the way down. It isn't as bad as it seems, Milady, my queen. Beautiful goddess of the netherworld, Breathe me in; Breathe out all your miseries. I never wanted it to be this way, To see your saddened face Just because of my disgrace. Take the forbidden fruit, my darling, Your enchanting Spring comes soon enough. And my darling, If you love me the morning after, I'll promise to love you right. If you love me the morning after, Every wrong will be made right. And my love, -- If you love me, the mourning after You're gone will seem to me Not so long.