A Valentines Letter

Dear Cupid,

oh how your method is strange!

I am only a man; among many men;

whose heart beats likely so,

but then shudders by the embrace of a piercing arrow.

Was it by list or chance,

that I fell victim to your curse?

I could not see; nor hear;

lest any thought in mind.

Why have you had me wandering?

Like some mindless ghost;

what was it you wanted me to find?

Then it came; a mysterious moment.

When darkness lifted from my eyes!

That moment; love whispered;

your spell delivered.

How lucid a moment, I thought;

to show me, dear Cupid,

what you had in mind!

In the distance walked a figure.

I could not make its lines.

And the closer it came;

its shape formed a more slender frame.

How lovely.

Closer still; my flesh trembles;

how lovely, oh Cupid.

How masterfully assembled!

Still limping from your arrow;

I stopped, and looked, and feared

what I might see.

Her eyes,

how deadly.

Yet she stares back and her smile matches mine!

At first sight so they say; well,

I say those mischievous, albeit perfect arrows are forever at play.

Such a rare creature true love is;

wild; untamed; often times unkind.

Oh Cupid, how your method is strange!