Cupid Have Mercy
Cupid, Have Mercy!
When Cupid's arrow is poised to fly
to pierce the heart that has caught his eye,
Love springs forth as a flowing well
to gush or trickle, only Time will tell.
I now realize, in unsated Truth
what I failed to see in my prime and youth...
I may be the master of mine own fate
Where the road I choose, my destinies wait.
Oh, I can select my choice, fallow field...
Yet against Cupid's arrow there is no such shield.
My heart, it wanders wherever it will
Ever seeking Love's nectar to have its fill.
Laughing at danger in spite of disguise,
With no mortal defense when the arrow, it flies.
No choice or control is for me to be had...
Cupid's own choice, be it happy or sad,
Is Cupid's decision and surely not mine
For reasons unknown but to Powers divine.
Once wounded by arrow from Cupid's young bow,
Love's mystery potion my heart will hence know.
It, then, listens not to what wisdom may tell,
Intent upon sipping from Cupid's own well.
Yes, I'm at the mercy of a myth's fleeting yen,
My heart's hapless yearning to Love, yet again,
To risk promised pain of its slated demise,
With burning desire, is on watch, yet not wise.
Cupid, be kind to this old holy heart...
Aim here not your arrow. I am weary. Depart!
Seek elsewhere your target and leave me in peace,
That the insatiable thirst of your nectar will cease!
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