Delicate Heart Poem by Edwina Reizer

Cupid’s arrow came towards me
but I avoided the dangerous dart.
But the second arrow that came my way
pierced my delicate heart.

This is the way love can flower.
It succumbs to the piercing power.
And who can escape this feeling so grand.
Only those whose hearts are damned.

I laid atop my bed and waited
and my heart was beating fast.
But all the waiting was not in vain
for soon the wait was past.

And but for the arrow that flew through the air
I’d be lost in the world alone.
My delicate heart would not know love
and be left to die on its own.