Cupid doth shoot his arrow with immortal surety <br /> In truth a marksman he, in miniature. <br /> We neither hear nor see, but surely we do feel! <br /> His aim is sure, his arrow swift <br /> He neither shoots to kill nor maim <br /> But hits he both, at once, the same... <br /> All unawares, through life we go <br /> Like busy bees or scurrying ants; <br /> If only we, like trees and plants <br /> Could multiply with conscience free! <br /> Inhibited, restricted we; convention, gossip, modesty. <br /> Observe how cupid's shaft embedded is <br /> For good and all eternity. <br /> A rubbish sweet my true love gave to me; <br /> I kept it for posterity... <br /> It grew anon, a might mould <br /> That Jenner in his Berkeley <br /> Be very glad to see! <br /> My knight in shining armour tall <br /> In dreams I hear him gently call <br /> My name, or hers. What matter that? <br /> She was a phase, and all my days <br /> I stir for him, unconsciously... <br /> I know not where, nor yet from whence <br /> That Cupid gets his notions from, <br /> But love hits mortals like a bomb... <br /> And so we go. All kiss and clip <br /> And sleep and dream of tongue and lip. <br /> For that is most we two should do <br /> Yet Cupid pierced us through and through.<br /><br />Joyce Bridle (Oblate) OSB<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-immortals-3/
