a match of cosmic proportions [poem]

I thought I’d spend forever searching for my match
the Erebos to my Nyx if you will
someone who is so obviously mine
it’s probably an act of nature for us to be joined
I thought my Hades would climb into my wandering life
and end my pale Persephone problems with an adventure
I thought the one who’d love me right
would be a faithful supplicant at my altar
and worthy of my blessings
I thought wrong
yet I was still right
my forever arrived like a prophecy at Delphi
she was the Apollo to my Artemis
a tough woman filled with everything I needed
as well as everything I’m not capable of being
our balance
is the kind of love they write myths about
a match of cosmic proportions