Cupid and Psyche, illustration by W.B. Richmond, from 1887 edition of The Most Pleasant and Delectable Tale of the Marriage of Cupid and Psyche, by William Adlington (1887)
Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced,
After her wandering labours long,
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal bride;
from Comus, by John Milton
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon.
You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know about her is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
"New Age," from Neil Gaiman's stories for Strange Little Girls