A Trustworthy Limerence? – Poem
Here I am, breaking my law,
Not telling apart what’s wrong or just.
I can’t deny having that flaw—
Ignoring whom to love and trust.
My chest became narrow,
And my heart is in fear.
Cupid dropped his arrows
And now he’s throwing spears.
And there you walk exquisitely,
Tantalizing all who behold.
This poem would definitely
Express all the feelings I hold.
Your smile caught my attention,
caressing my soul from within.
I feel more than I can mention,
Not knowing from where I begin.
The witless heart is urged to take
What the brain is calling a mistake.
No wisdom would succeed to wake
The witless heart from another ache.
The next shot from cupid would make
The witless heart finally break.
