Chasing Cupid
November 2nd, 2007 at 9:22 am by Colleen (Colleen's Blog)
Cupid is a fickled one
with heaven’s eyes
and devil’s tongue.
His aim is past the hearts he won.
Old young one aims to tease.
His wicked grin’s encased with fire.
Wooing you with lute or lyre.
His dance of knowing
pure, deep desire
You find you ache to please.
But capture him, you dare not try
for you will fall and fall from high
flash paper cinders arch the sky
and twirl askew to mother soil
so handle him with ease.
Even angels he has come to woo
know not to chase the little fae.
For endless is he to pursue.
As they exhaust, he does renew
and grounded, they fall on their knees.