Arr-Owch Poem by Ma Aileen Canizares Salibay

Eros's arrow is with mystery,
pain and sorrow aglow on its tip.
Greatly fancied by many
but hits him who least expects.



One strike hits me so deep,
no less than a mighty lightning indeed.
It weakens all my vitals
but in my feet grows wings.



Odd it is when my eyes meet his;
blood fizzes in my veins.
No mask ever hides
blushes on my cheeks.



He's the opium I can't resist.
The reason behind the air castles I've built.
And though mind unfolds the reality,
the heart brings the world of fantasy.



If only dreams had lips,
deaf he'd become of his name,
dazzled he'd be of his unknown charm,
hushed he'd be of what the heart sings.



But blame me not
if I turn days into nights,
For in this field of game
I seem to play the role of Eponine.



Eros, why pull your bow
if love brings no tomorrow?
Why tempt this heart to risk
if is only meant to break?