by Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
Love has no heart, I do declare,
For Cupid, wingéd, sailing through the air -
Wields a bow and fits an arrow
Tipped with love, or poison? Who really knows?
Love has no heart; I am not deceived.
For he plunges mortals into false belief;
He wounds them, and laughs at their injuries.
He misleads their hearts, committing perjuries.
Love has no heart, of this I am sure.
For love has not a simple cure;
He lives on sighs, and innumerable tears -
He smiles at mere, silly little fears.
Love has no heart. I mean no ill:
But Love bends all like slaves to his will.
He binds them, casts them into prisons -
They fall on thorns, not soft cushions.
Love has no heart. I'll hear no argument:
For I have been bound, trapped and bent;
I have fallen on thorns, not sweet petals -
I am locked behind bars of strong metal.
Love has no heart. One last time I'll say:
For when all is done, he ever gets his way.
And still, winged Cupid sails the air -
Love has no heart, I do declare.
Last updated April 21, 2013