SONNET 688
By JH Sayyar
O child of Venus, winged boy divine,
With bow in hand and eyes forever blind,
Thou draw thy darts with aim no soul can twine,
Yet pierce the hearts of gods and humankind.
Thy quiver holds both ecstasy and pain,
Thy arrows tipped with honey or with fire,
In joy they burn, in sorrow they remain,
A spark that kindles longing and desire
No shield can guard the breast thy shafts invade,
No wisdom counsels where thy will is thrown,
For even kings beneath thy spell have swayed,
And reason’s throne is toppled by thy own.
Yet still we chase thee, smiling through our tears
For love, though cruel, is worth a thousand fears.
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