The Craftsman’s Maze

You greet me with a smile,

With those eyes…

Your eyes, they say to me

“You are, truly,

The most Beautiful

Thing in the world!”

But as wise,

A crafter of emotions,

Carefully,

Your words,

Your actions,

Express the very mastery of an art.

With games for two,

In a maze from you,

I get lost.

So carefully,

So artfully

Crafted,

A path to love,

Never to be found

You created.

All your actions

Lead to love;

This is

The illusion

You created.

Blind in my innocence

Little did I know

That never

Was I meant

To get there.

To you,

It is a sport,

To get there,

To my heart.

When, to my heart

You hit

Using the name of Cupid

In vain,

The story continues

That

One more broken heart

Is left

Alone and confused

With
For only companion,

Broken hope.

Now,

Still,

I remain 

In this maze.

Now,

With the purpose

To find my way

Back.

Using disillusion

As my compass

To leave

This forsaken place,

I stay far away
From where

I started,

Swearing 
To never again

Fall

Into another

Craftsman’s maze.

Making it now an

Impossible challenge

To be fooled again

In the name of Cupid

By a simple smile or gaze.