The Nymph's Despair

I am a lady,

Whose feet are

more like fins.

While thou art a gent,

with antlers

and hair on thine chin.

A fortnight ago

when I first

laid eyes on thee,

'twas then a song

I did hear

which filled me

full of glee.

Within moments my heart

felt aglow,

with a new sensation

ready to grow.

Twas then a thought

I did conceive,

a plot I knew

must succeed.

As the song

caressed my ears,

it was then I knew:

through blood

through tears,

through anything,

I was going

to have you.

On the morrow

I did venture

'Cross streams and tides,

moving forward with

inhuman strength,

'til I had thee

in my sights.

Between the bushes

the reeds and pipes,

'cross the rippling lake,

our eyes:

they met

so suddenly,

a double

thou did take.

Dare I approach thee?

and say

"Hello, deer?"

Wouldst thou engage me

in reply,

or dash away

in fear?

What wouldst

thou think of me?

Wouldst thou

cackle and snort?

If I revealed

my desire

of being thine cohort?

O, how I regret

the actions

I did perform:

instead of wit

and charm,

I slipped away,

unable to be the one

to cause thee harm.

I could not do it!

I could not condemn

such a picturesque creature

a true hidden gem,

to a lifetime of solitude

a lifestyle of pain,

a ceaseless prison

complete with ball

and chain.

Away I fled

Back down to the depths

in a flurry of heartbreak,

of terror and dread.

It cannot be done!

it just cannot be

for a creature

so divine

deserves nothing less

than to choose

its own time.