Laughing boy, dancing boy, beautiful boy,
your father’s house is now your own.
Above you, the doves dance as you dance,
stretching their wings, exulting in the poetry of movement.
There is glory in your gaze,
sensuality in each step you take,
and every smile is seduction.
Goldenhair, blue-eyed perfection,
or green, or hazel—
Each of us sees in you what we most crave,
and what our longing bends toward.
You have every temperament that
draws lovers to love:
courage and wit,
kindness and humor,
intelligence and patience,
generosity and strength and gentleness.
Silver tongue, silken voice, smooth manners.
God of youth, god of passion,
Lord of poetry and of love,
we beg you to be kind in your gift-giving;
we do not always know what is good for us,
so when we beseech you to bring us love,
I pray that you lead to us
what we most need
rather than just that which we desire.
Beauty is found in the heart,
not just on the surface,
and let us not be deceived
by hateful heart wearing fair face.
Sweet and knowing Aengus,
let us never be so blinded by our lusts
that we forget there are other qualities just as great, or better.
and in your generosity and mercy,
help us find a love that will last a lifetime.