CUPID’S CHANNEL

In Cupid’s heat

The drums of hearts beat

As fluttering takes a seat

And daydreams are filmed neat

II

In Cupid’s time

Heartbeats chime

And rhythms rhyme

As equal voices mime

III

We were there

There where there was care

Care which was rare

Rare until it turned to dare

IV

Now it is a fight

Found in everything slight

Slight which could’ve been made light

Light for our world to be bright

V

I wish time will turn

As killers of passions burn

So we’ll learn

To keep what we yearn

VI

But regrets have only a channel

One way through a panel

Of thorns and no backward channel

God of old, should have told us about the theory of Cupid’s channel.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014