Unbidden

Eros, you pierced my heart with your arrow,
Perhaps charged by your mom, Aphrodite -
The golden goddess of love and beauty.
Deep inside, these feelings begin to grow,
Sweat freely trickles from my fevered brow;
I've never met anyone such as he,
All I want is for him to be with me,
I pray that he'll never ever go.

Why, Eros? Why hit me with your arrow?
My life has been veered totally off course;
I can't decide whether he's friend or foe.
He granted me joy, yet let my tears flow;
I bid my love goodbye, full of remorse -
Before this, was my life better, or worse?