Stupid Cupid..!!

Reverent, forsooth,
before the shrine of love,
this old fond heart,
a believer still,
in pending embraces,
soft-clenched  vows,
in ambrosial sweetness
and  gallant bows.
Right there: there she was,
beautiful as a blush, wire-drawn,
sunshines lambent in her hair,
ranged, rainbow like,
against the palette,
of a purple sky.
Rooted, agape, stood I,
her look, ah..! unrolled
the curled leaf of my life,
promised another April,
a second milky-way,
then.... turning slowly,
with knowing  steps,
and forlorn ,walked away...