Cupid Clinkers and Blinkers

Love in its majesty and spendour Visits hearts kind and unkind Waxing her odour and ardour To help the love-lost to find Little spaces, loving faces Enamoured enough To rise from surfaces Where disappointment tough and rough Lampoons discomfiture Inflicted in the name Of a culture whose stricture Makes the lost lame With heartbreaks Torrents of tears Ruing mistakes Made as fears Sprang on the lost the illusion Baked in their soft centre In reaction to the disaffection and delusion That feelings may never enter Into contests Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain Under pretexts A go at love in the main Signifies a journey on the back of futility Backed up by contrary advice Veering towards the volatility Love tags along in every slice Love snaps on suitors Mad Enough to pose as imitators Of sad Hearts that cried Once smitten To the core when they tried To tame love forgotten Into the dustbin of history Replete with burnt fingers Whose mixed blessing story Singe many Cupid singers.