Will you not listen

As passion's wind whispers

Honor romance with love's angelic dance

For broken hearts once scarred

With lackluster intent

Seek the sanctuary of dark shadows

To lick the wounds of piercing lament

If true and noble love be not your mission

Stray not, foray not, into the fields to sow

Love's primal seeds upon the ground of lusting deeds

Intently follow love's arched bow

Make the arrow take credible flight

Errant paths never true love's target strike

Only when there is one love

Bursting with heavenly might

Should you commission and summons

Cupid's strike of bliss

Then will him, to let the arrow fly