Cupid's Indiscriminate Arrows Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Cupid's Indiscriminate Arrows

Love came with a hundred drums,
A hundred symphonies of sweet music,

A hundred dreams of make believe,
A hundred untamed desires,
For a single mortal who might go insane,

A hundred air messengers to be sought to
Convey this love songs, this love notes floating in the sky of wish,

And a thousand promises to the Goddess. Venus to convince this demure damselthis noble thought andsincerity of purpose.

And O, the waiting, the wait the torture of the seconds to hours to the days,
Lasting forever in wish the may not come true.

In a dream that maybe this second,
That may extend indinitetely,
That may come as a doomed man awaiting his own execution,

It maybe the ultimate passion of a connoiseur of a romantic folly of an ultimate fool,

Who can be you or her or all the young people in the world,
Who own his sky, who owns this captivited heart at an unknowing lover.

Who was a mortal, this mortal who was the unlucky star candidate as Cupid unleased his fatal and indiscriminate arrows.