Cupid is blind
comes
suddenly
touches your heart
with his golden arrow
then he
leaves you
suffering
lonely
endless nights
gazing to the moon
counting stars
asking yourself
when will i see him
when will i talk to him
love
Is it Happiness ?or hell
Is it sickness or medicine
What is it
life
or
death
when he last visited me
I became very sick, feverish
hallucinating your name
non stop
Now I took all medication
to be cured from your love
now i am cured at last
but
my face
looks more pale, lifless
I wish
I stayed sick
with your love
