Now Cupid, once, he made a fool of me

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NOW Cupid, once, he made a fool of me,
He struck me with his wayward, golden dart;
And all at once I felt sweet agony,
Just like a glowing ember in my heart.
I heard a voice; then something caught my eye;
An orange butterfly came into view;
And then again that voice, this time, said ‘Hi’;
I slowly raised my eyes and there stood you.
Smiling you asked, ‘May I have a light?’
And suddenly my heart was all aflame;
I’m sure I fell in love at that first sight,
A random victim of the love-god’s aim.
You took a light then left, I felt confused,
And on my puzzled heart I sat and mused.

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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Joseph C Ogbonna
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This poem has a very good professional touch, keep it up.

Taylor Cohron
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I love the last two lines, the brevity and sudden disappearance of the object of affection makes for a neat end to this poem. Nice work!

Pedro Brandão
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i like a lot the Renaissance feel (and theme) you gave to poem but in the image of the modern writer!

Christopher S. Bunch
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This is a great poem, but I have to say that a stanza or two would make it perfect.

Christopher S. Bunch
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Definitely keep writing

J.rid
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LOved it just how simple things touch us in life and puff they then go with the wind.
The memory remains though, wonderful.

Martha Gettle
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very good jod loved it

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