Capitulated Demons Poem by Cath Harrington

Am I always to be a part of loves incandessant hand,
It twists and turns into the very fibres of this creature eternally damned,
Seperated by space but never by heart,
For loves wounded soldiers, cupid took a dart,
Encapsulated the tip straight to the left of the middle,
The passion that can be felt is always a riddle,
How can you look at someone and instantly know,
The fire easily entrances in the eyes,
Capitulated demons no-one could disguise