Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup
Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup
Sad knowing thy heart was so bruised
Seeing deep pain in such blue eyes
Tragic, such kind heart thus abused
By deadly slashes in dark lies
Pray I, for soul's quickest healing
With a true love to soon arrive
For such brings, joy and new feeling
Pray again, thy heart feels alive
From this, my sad heart, words now poured
asked relief, thee sweet bird flown high
After flight of thee, wherein soared
Thy new love life, once gone awry
May Cupid pour, from Love's true cup
Truest of love's glows to cheer thee up
Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2017
(Hybronnet)
Note: I finally remembered to write using this new poetry form, as I promised in a comment to Suzanne made on her great poem using this form.
Not written for any contest....
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