Cupid - Not a Love Story
(Bruscamente - brusquely)
Cupid! Wingèd cherub warrior
Pluck this arrow from my heart!
Pierce one more compliant with your
Sweet love potion’s little dart!
(Pesante - sadly)
Leave me empty in my sorrow
For my lover has betrothed
So at least until tomorrow
Every form of love is loath
(Scherzando - playfully)
In the morning I’ll endeavour
To uncover unpledged muse
Then your little bow and quiver
And your arrows I could use
(Semplicemente plainly)
Sweet paradox mocks tragedy
For love … is love’s sole remedy
Copyright © Brian Densham | Year Posted 2018
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