Member Poem

Eros gives those wings that fly
to all the lovers in the sky.
But, you, princess
on tower so tall,
even birds can see your thrall,
one day you loved me
the next you don’t
these falls do hurt and pain my throat.
I’ve done so much for one small glance.
I don’t wish to be the begging dog
Alone. Barking in the fog.
I wish to fly to you.
So why won’t Eros shoot you too?