I'm such a fool,
a complete tool!
The village idiot,
under Cupid's rule.

With helm of wisdom,
and sword of sage.
My armour complete ...
I stand in defeat.

A battlefield littered,
with the corpses of hope.
A soldier embittered,
as dreams flee from scope.

This quiet space,
missing gods grace.
Filled with calm ...
Love's cursed charm.

This quiet surrender,
is all I have left.
No longer contender,
my will now cleft.

I resign my commission,
not asking permission.
For me this is over!
Come no closer.

Fight Love's battles,
if you so wish.
Enjoy its prattles,
but leave me peace!

DJB - 2016-11-10