Amor Victorious September 30, 2002 Cupid wears a crown of curls Of deepest red allowed. His arrow struck my tender heart -- Do wind me in a shroud! I've fallen 'neath his amorous shaft; Pierced straight through to the quick! The sting is deep and fierce and true How strong its mighty prick. Sleep will ne'er enfold me now, Though he pretends to this. It is a ruse to make me dare Insensate lips to kiss... Cupid, I am on my knees Due to your tender blow -- I fear I'll never rise again For you have laid me low!