I see the empty page but I do not tremble.

I feel powerless,
and that’s new.
I’m speechless,
yet I write for you.

Now I feel stupid
and I laugh all the time.
Must I believe in Cupid?
Is it him making me rhyme?

I also feel adrift,
never been here before.
Would you give me a lift?
I feel above the floor!

What from simple loveless eyes
may seem so little, so light,
being this hard to say our goobyes,
it’s that much more, I can’t put up a fight.

This is unusual for me,
never used to get the armor off,
So I will just let it be,
and talk about it no more.