Cupid's arrow was right on target –

A direct hit! Round of applause,

If you please. Now – no complaining,

Come, come, 'twas only fair.

We each take an arrow, eventually.

And my heart aches dully, in

Almost bearable agony, as I

Gaze upon my love in unfettered admiration.

I believe the emotion unreasonable –

I know many people just the same,

Fun, attractive, lovely

- So why this crush now? And what seems

Rather more than a crush actually.

My heart is in my mouth

And trickling out through my fingers

Into stubborn, permanent words –

Stains perhaps, destroying the ignorant

Idea that love is just a game;

Because this game hurts.