He was a hunter as a craft
But he became distracted
For he was wont to kill anything beautiful
His fascination with beauty
Led to nothing romantic
He was so deeply moved by beauty
It transcended anything sexual
He showed abject disdain
To the entreaties of other lovers
He had no desire to know them
Their declarations mattered not
Love was for others
When a nymph named Echo
Was drawn to him
She was not able to make an impression
However beautiful she was
At the moment she was ignored
For Narcissus saw his reflection in the water
And therein found who he most loved
Echo faded from view
Her heart deeply rejected
And he stared deeply
Until he faded too
Deep calls unto deep
But vapid calls to vapid
