Pointless
I don’t really understand
my heart.
Never have
nor could I try,
even from the start.
For chooses it,
it is never I,
not one from another
to love -
now it is you
I sadly sigh.
Why?
To question again?
Not at all, I.
Useless.
Pointless.
To reason away.
For once loves spell
and cupids bow fastened secure
in heart,
both pain and joy are felt.
Useless.
Pointless.
To reason away.
To whom the others
my love affect,
know I yet,
undo not-
nor forget.
.
Useless.
Pointless.
To reason away.
Selfish desire I admit.
My soul did you revitalize
this aging body seat.
For I believed
love forever,
given by cupids bow:
would not find favor-again
in my sour bitter meat.
For once I did lose,
when love so quickly struck
deep her cupids arrow.
My lesion unhealed
the arrow broken
remains
naught to pluck.
Repair I know
never this heart.
For when you-
another
did strike my sneering soul
to bleed afresh
my wound did make.
Two arrows
pierce
the writer of this verse.
One is recent
the other done.
I however
with wisdom will
not allow
this love to kill.
For know I well
this love-too
no fruit can come.
For it bears
no blossom.
No sweet smell
to fill my soul.
Breath in.
Restore.
Rather only
potential
and nothing more.
Knowing this
remove I shall
if not cupids cruel bow
as no mortal man, can .
Knowing this
remove I shall
the pain it stuck.
Loves illusion
From this man.
A sweet pill
to forget.
I search and dedicate
This to find
And will
erase you
from my mind.
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