Cupid

I am the woman of this world
Rife with diamond rings and satin dresses
Cosmopolitan with worldly stresses

Knowledge and ambition are my givers of light
Thus, I am contemptuous in his sight
I am nonchalant that he has Carte Blanche
In matters concerning a boy and a lass

His sophistry leads them down to heart break
He is a procrustean god that some heartily thank
For the incantation he mutters
To turn a stygian mood into a world of flowers

With the little authority I have
Allow me to speak
He is the brigand of happiness
His methods are heartless

He shoots an arrow in the air
Believing it will make two people care
Yet, the vestige that hides deep inside of my heart
States that the arrows leave a hurtful mark

I am the woman of this world
Rife with diamond rings and satin dresses
Cosmopolitan with worldly stresses
Please don’t bug me
Cupid

My First Love Poem

Your face is like a precious metal
Your eyes are the pull of focus
Like streams of water
Gushing outward
Caring, thoughtful, loving
They are the color of an ocean
I knew long ago

Your arms are lovely
They feel warm and secure
They are compassionate
Yet, at times unwilling
But your hands are smooth
And they are always willing
Sensitive to the touch
Deeper than a caress

Your smile fills my soul
Makes me yearn for more
Your touch makes me nervous
My heart pounds faster
Hold me, love
Protect me, love

Deeper and deeper my heart falls
How I long to be with the one I love
To touch you and to kiss youDarling, so brave and so courageous
I love you