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.