Calypso And Cupid Poem by Heather Marie Mortimer

Calypso and Cupid seem at a war,
Which dearer vice has conquered me?
Is it my passions' wrath burst from my core,
Or the strike which was not meant to be?

Stealing your heart means leaving mine as the prize,
What more tender conquering has the world known?
Yet the losses tally so much greater in size,
When the world still stands and you fall alone.

I have fallen in battle against both friend and foe;
Neither distinguished from the others' guise.
Truthful lies, tender passion; if it comes, it will go.
It is a dearer truth to say my love's despised.

This is less than nothing, yet it is more than all;
And the closer I hold you, the further I fall.