Love of a mortal

The love of a mortal, so fragile and frail,

A flickering flame, a fleeting tale.

It burns so bright, but oh so brief,

A love that's born, but brings so much grief.

Their hearts so open, they love so free,

A love that's pure, a sight to see.

But time is cruel, and life so short,

Their love, a memory, a fading thought.

Yet envy seeps, through immortal veins,

For humans love, without any chains.

Their hearts ablaze, with a passion so true,

A love that lasts, forever anew.

To feel so deeply, and love so strong,

A mortal's love, it doesn't belong.

But oh, how we long, to love like they do,

A love that's pure, and forever true.

So mock their love, we may indeed,

But envy lingers, like a desperate need.

For the love of a mortal, may be brief,

But it burns so bright, a sight to behold, a relief.