Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup

Cupid Pours, From Love's Golden Cup Sad knowing thy heart was so bruised Seeing deep pain in such blue eyes Tragic, such kind heart thus abused By deadly slashes in dark lies Pray I, for soul's quickest healing With a true love to soon arrive For such brings, joy and new feeling Pray again, thy heart feels alive From this, my sad heart, words now poured asked relief, thee sweet bird flown high After flight of thee, wherein soared Thy new love life, once gone awry May Cupid pour, from Love's true cup Truest of love's glows to cheer thee up Robert J. Lindley, 2-23-2017 (Hybronnet) Note: I finally remembered to write using this new poetry form, as I promised in a comment to Suzanne made on her great poem using this form. Not written for any contest....