Love shot me, striking me with deadly force,

Letting you have on my heart a firm hold.

An easy task is love, I was once told,

One that causes great joy in proper course.

Yet after you accept, I see remorse,

Through your eyes, I see, if I be so bold,

Evidence that your heart for me is cold.

You step away, I understand, am forced.

But my love will not do the things I ask,

Will not leave me, ignores the Commodore.

Love goes on, even when a world apart.

Falling in love should be a simple task,

And my love shall continue evermore,

But Cupid's Dart forever tore my heart.