A Valentine’s Thought

Oh Eros, your arrows must fly to her true,

and my passion for her contain.

The first sight she sees as barb breaks through

must will her this ardent swain.

A shaft sent awry, if someone’s nearby,

could send her love off to another.

A gaze at a mirror with someone else near her

and she might just wed her half-brother.

This worry, I think, could drive me to drink…

I have no control where you aim.

The stupid doubt Cupid, but I tend to think,

I’ll pray this terse verse fans a flame.