You would think that Cupid, the god of love, would have known this. Apparently he did not. Each night he came to Psyche and they made exquisite love. However, after a while, that was not enough for Psyche. She wanted to know who came to her in the night and made her feel more alive than she had known was possible. She wanted to make love in all the ways, and not just with their bodies. "What is your name?" she asked Cupid one night. "Why do you need to know my name when you possess my soul?" "If I cannot know your name, may I light a lamp so I can see your face?" "If you should ever see my face, you will lose me forever." "Why?" Psyche wanted to know. "Are you ugly? Are you afraid I won't love you if I see your face?" "Perhaps I am afraid that if you see my face, it will be that that you will love and not me." "I understand, believe me. I know what that feels like." "Perhaps you do. Nonetheless, if you see my face, I will leave you." "Then, tell me your name." "Call me your beloved. That is the name I know myself by since you came into my life." "I could love you even more if I knew who you are, if I could gaze upon your face." Cupid did not know that one way of making love is to share your fears with the other.
