Your Cupid Sir Poem by Jihene Khammassi

A cupid appeared to me,
When the clock's hands
Were about to clap 'midnight',
And when I was about
To snuff the light,
He cried: 'Wait! Wait! '.
I was appalled, yet more charmed,
As I knew that it was your cupid.
He implored me to fly
to your castle Sir
to celebrate the new year.
I was sorry Sir,
For the moon was not high
and darkness would dim my flare.
But, your cupid insisted Sir
and warned me that my refusal
would ignite the suns of heaven.
I feared for you Sir
And started out laden
With my anguish hidden
And my love forbidden.
when I reached your castle Sir,
I heard the music of your flute
And started singing in darkness mute.
But, my voice was frozen,
My flare dying
And my core sinking
From cold and despair.
I could follow the stream of air
To guide me to your flute Sir.
But, I stumbled
And run, and run
To a place like heaven.
Once again, I heard the flute.
But, this time darkness
Was no longer mute,
As your cupid Sir
Rekindled my flare.