Demonic mischief wrought by love's minions

has darted in-between my lips and ribs.

Consorting with my feelings, opinions,

the demons reasoned with their lies and fibs.

They lurked for days and nights, and never slept;

their glowing eyes and pointed weaponry

have prodded at my tongue and heart. They crept

into my mind, and wrought an effigy

of someone that I loved, though I knew not

their face. Twas darkened, and I puzzled long

o'er their identity, and whilst I thought,

the demons stole my throbbing heart, and tongue.

Illumination showed you sent them there,

and now you hold my heart, and tongue, and care.