Author Ovid 85 Tuesday, 8 January 1751 Otia si tollas periere Cupidinis arcus Contemptaeque jacent, et sine luce faces Ovid [Remed. Amor. 139 40] At busy hearts in vain love's arrows fly; Dim, scorn'd, and impotent, his torches lie. Tags Short Poems love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments