3. Cupid-Struck

The wind blew hard and wide,
The Sun did shine and up ride
The sky bathed in rainbow hue,
To welcome the Cupid far in view.

The earth wrapped in all green,
Nature glew herself in all sheen,
With bow and arrow tight stretched
In his hand did the little angel raid.

Hard did the god of Love hit me
And bleed my naive heart in glee,
As a defeated soldier fell down I
Clutching my bled heart to die.

To the World of Love I did awake,
My heart suffered quite a quake,
Whereupon said the smiling Cupid,
‘Welcome to the World of Love, Stupid!’