When Love Comes

When love comes

I feel vigour in my body, strength in my soul,

A passion in my person, besieging me,

Tearing down the walls I’ve built for myself.

There is a knock on the door,

Love calling, love beseeching;

Pain’s like a hound, lurking.

It is not loving that scares me,

But to love and not be loved;

Honey sweetens another’s tea.

In the morning love walked out

Screaming. The aura clothed in the raiment of a thief in the night.

I did not see that coming.

I cried a river, love’s river,

I knew, we knew: we weren’t meant to be

And Cupid is not to blame.

It was an arrow that struck her,

Rival cupid’s arrow had changed her love for me.