Look! I'm a poet!

I blame Eros for my suffering;
His arrow's pierced my breast.
It twists when I lay eyes on you
and pain shoots through my chest.
By kissing you I have become
Persephone in Hell.
Your lips are pomegranate seeds
They satisfy me well.
Like the wine of Dionysius,
You intoxicate my heart,
Bringing dizziness and giddiness
That I've been drinking from the start.
Aphrodite's time is drawing near
when we will meet again.
The Fates themselves can only guess
what will happen then.
I know only that I want you
Like Odessyus wants home.
I travel ever towards my Ithaka;
It's towards your love I roam.