Cupid the mischievous,
O naked babe dressed only with thy bow and arrow,
Instigator of love and chaos,
Thy arrow has pierced my marrow,
Now I think all day and fantasise all night,
And mine heart is pumping blood and love,
In times ago I fought it with all my might,
But howsoever can a man battle god Jove?
Sensation becomes doubt -doubt becomes resent,
I am faced by chaos and she embraces me,
Hug as tight as a bargain and now I am spent,
Tired as a busy bee but chaos won't leave the busy be,
So I yield to the force and tweet her on twitter,
The blue bird returns with a message from her that leaves me blue,
For what is love when the lover's beloved be loved by another?
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Shakespeare Undead
PoetryImagine if William Shakespeare was to live in this time. Imagine if he wrote poems with his unique old English style about contemporary societal intricacies and modern day trivialities. Well, I hope to make that imagination as possible as I can thr...
