Blighted by loneliness,
And a rankling in my heart,
I earnestly sought ways to attain love,
Soliciting the advice of a sagacious spirit.

Cupid,
A clever charlatan,
Speciously deceived me into believing
He possessed these secrets.

“Be bold,” he giggled,
Releasing his grip on his bowstring.
An arrow pierced me in the chest,
Rendering jubilation in my heart.

Blinded by the prospect of emotional opulence,
I approached my love,
And let my feelings flood from within me.
Depicting me to be desperate,
She fled,
Reprimanding my imprudence.

Cupid,
Feeding on my dejection,
Continued his machination,
Reciting to me yet another sophist claim.

“Be nonchalant,” he giggled,
Coaxing me to woo another.
My courage swelled,
And I obeyed fervently.

Circumspect and unconcerned,
I withheld my feelings to my love,
Hoping to avoid yet another debacle.
But the more I waited,
The more my love’s patience faded,
And her teetering feelings receded.

Realizing Cupid’s skulduggery,
I cursed him in animosity,
Clinched my fists and abandoned him.
Alas, it was to no avail.
I could not escape his arrows.

In that moment, I finally understood;
I was nothing more than Cupid's toy;
Nothing more than a source of amusement.