Second Stage

But Cupid, not contented with a home
So small, so petty, as my own poor heart
Began again, in search of lands, to roam
And see what real estate lay on the mart.
Being aware - as how could he not be? -
Of where and how he'd struck my heart before,
He went with secret curiosity
To see the idol that I would adore.
But there a sudden snap of second cold
Drove him to buy a double residence
Adding another room unto the old
Within her bosom, for his own defense.
Yet in his restless youth he would not stay
But lives in both of us for everyday.