'May I be struck down if I should ever fail
to love you madly? May I rot in jail
get eaten by a lion or drop down dead!'
Cupid sneezed twice in blessing. Acme kissed
her sweet boy's eyes. 'My limbs and organs burn
with gorgeous fire. So let us love, and earn
the gifts of our true master. Let him list
us with the truest lovers he has blessed.'
The god sneezed twice more. No one's ever been
happier than these two or has ever seen
love quite so much more true than all the rest.
Offer them wealth, or provinces to rule,
instead of love - they'd smile and call you fool.