I do not care for the madness he brings
I shy from flowers, chocolate, and rings
Cupid is a charlatan - an unfaithful muse
Spreading around his poison-tipped barbs
That fester under skin; first in pleasure, then pain
That cannot be distinguished 'ere it is removed.

Stay where you are, Love, I implore
Do not come knocking at my door
Lest I fall victim to your charm
And suffer myself that loss of sense
Of reason, of rhyme, and give myself
To one who, as beguiled as me,
Is in love with Love, unreasonably.