Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice

Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice

A Poem by Arthur. S. Ebbers

I have the same ability to love as Eurydice did,
I can forgive the same way Eurydice did.

They give this power to Gods,
they act like it's some great gift, reserved only for the divine.
But she could damn me to hell and I would forgive her.

She could leave me there,
She could want to leave me there and
I would forgive her.
She could try to save me and fail, and
I would forgive her.
She could fail at every turn, she could try but fail at every turn and
I would forgive her.

But she's got to try.
And she's got to turn around.
I promise I'll forgive  you,
but only if you try, and only if you turn around.

So please try.
Please try and please turn around.
Please turn around.
Please, please, please, please, please, please just turn around.
I will forgive you,
just turn around.

© 2025 Arthur. S. Ebbers


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Added on December 29, 2024
Last Updated on January 29, 2025