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A Wounded Heart Bleeds
Love is blind, deaf, dumb and stupid. I blame it all on the imp called Cupid. No warning shot fired over my head His arrow struck and brought me dread. The poisoned point of that lethal dart Was the reason love grew inside my heart. The toxin traveled within my veins And held me with the strength of chains. Love spread as quickly as a wildfire, In heated flames of uncontrolled desire. It left behind a heart he had torched, Bleeding, torn and badly scorched. I refuse to rhapsodize that love is grand it can be washed away like words in sand. Only a romantic fool will ever believe Love brings only joy and no reason to grieve. Of sad songs and tears, I've had my fill. They've left me cold as winter's chill. I now sleep alone in my half empty bed. It's the price to pay when love is dead. No longer reason for me to linger. He'd removed the ring from his finger. Without hope that he'd want to put it back, Our marriage was shrouded in funeral black. From the precipice edge I began to fall, As high as a towering castle wall. In fear, I trembled ever further down Into a moat of tears, I fell and drowned. Heart-wrenching, my decision to walk away, But I could no longer risk my life to stay. No words of regret would I have written If by Cupid's arrow I'd not been smitten. How different would be my thoughts If he'd not taken aim at my lonely heart. A reflective moment of bereaving. A remembrance of love's deceiving. Would I have wished I'd not been shot And wounded by love? No, I think not. Even though it's all come to an end, My bleeding heart has begun to mend. What good is there to live with regret? Or in wishing that we'd never met? What once was love is now in the past. Cupid's potions don't always last. Sometimes love brings too much pain With more to lose than there is to gain. Time has passed without a pause And broke the hold of Cupid's cause. I've taken away the hunter's quiver Before another shot can be delivered. Another love to tear me apart ~ Another arrow to pierce my heart. .................................................... 2-18-16 The Heart That Bleeds: Forever Malta
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