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.