Love's Salvation

Born via Cupid's Arrow,
confusion thrives in thoughts,
affection yearns not sorrow,
hearts tied in knots.

Growing are the flowers,
hope owns the dreams,
long are the hours,
silence filled with screams.

Patience gone astray,
surviving yet is will,
passing of each day,
fading not the thrill.

Destiny held in reserve,
as weary merges with wisdom,
a benumbing of the nerves,
endeavoring for love's salvation.