The Wings Poem by Nyx C Styx
The Wings
oh Cupid, child of love and virtue
you caught the fast, fainting and free
and if I could I would rightly burn you
for the wings you took from me
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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7/30/2025 3:20:42 AM # 1.0.0
The little thief has his own wings, should not steal those that belong to us, poor mortals, plus put an arrow thru our hearts. I love the parallels, his wings, your wings, love. Fascinating work.