Cupids love

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gleam,
Cupid fell for a mortal dream.
Her laughter, light; her eyes, a spark
A fleeting love, a world apart.

He, who wielded arrows of desire,
Felt his own heart catch fire.
Yet bound by realms of gods and men,
His love was whispered, never seen.

A touch ungiven, a bond untied,
A cupid’s heart, forever sighed.
For though he soared in skies above,
His soul stayed bound to mortal love.