Strike, Struck, Striken Poem by shimon weinroth

from Cupids dart
a sobbing heart,
a throbbing breast,
striken and dazed,

with fret and worry,
fear upon fear
that to hold and to have
will steadfast be,

moments and dreams
of sweet nothings
fantasies that swim
and frolic, twist and twirl

climb mountains,
breach fortresses
conquer worlds,
my hero my shining star

prancing about the galaxies
riding on a rush of pride
and joyful wishing,
wishful thinking full of whim,

second to none,
and only one,
of my mind pure
fill my trembling psyche

is this feeling and joy
too good to be true
and everlasting,
that wirh a glance consent,

language of my heart
is heard and read
only by you
and no other,

oh, Cupid what have you done,
when there is no room
for thought and rest
enslaved I am to your sweet venom