A reply to Astralceldona

There is nothing in the world
That makes me want to cry
More than you...
For, in truth, I love you
But through all the pain
The lies
the accusations
Why do I still love you?
How do I still love you?
Is it some sick masochistic joke
Or---
Am I----
Irreparably and irrevocably in love?
How does this happen?
What are cupid's criteria
For his deadly sting?
Punishment
Reward
Fault... fault for inaction?
Inaction of what?
I played the game
I rolled the dice
And though I did think twice
It wasn't enough
Cupid's arrow struck
And now its too late
I can't escape my fate
So I drown myself in tears
And I lie in wait
For the day, you come back to me.