I scoffed at Eros
Unaware
That his bow was aimed at me

I continued to laugh
With hoots of cynical glee
I did not hear the twang and hiss and hum
When Eros had set the arrow free

My laughter drowned the sound
Of the silver arrow's flight
Though not enough to conceal
The sickening thud it made
When it pierced into my heart

The wretched arrow on my bosom I grasped
'Twas silvery cold
Against the warm, scarlet ooze
I knew I have been wounded forever

Oh, how I shrieked and screamed and roared
More with anger than with pain
More with shame

What irony love holds!
I bled to death
Yet lived to tell this tale

Yesterday I scoffed at Eros
Today he had me
Wrapped stupidly around love's little finger

I do believe
That Eros is a mean, vengeful little devil
Clad in g- string and angel's wings.