You stand there in your godly form and pray
To human women and extol their charms.
And while I now seem happy here, and stay,
I'd banish any other from your arms.
God of War, how apt that I fall for you.
When all my energies are spent on love,
It should, by right, be me who is pursued.
But with you, "should be" should be let go of.
You raise your sword so often, and not all
Fights can be won - even by you, oh, Mars.
Know that I would tend to you when you fall
And kiss my lips to each one of your scars.
My dreams run on, though it is plain to see;
I cannot leave you, and you don't love me.