It is 2am in the morning and having just completed an essay on Poetry my emotions are on high and I have decided to come up with the following...shite. Written in under 30mins, so please excuse the Crappy quality.

Cupid-Masterful Torturer
Rosy-cheeked devil armed with a bow,
wielding arrows of purest poison
that rip through your heart,
leaves it bleed to death,
makes you go mad, trapped
in the prison of your mind.

Now I know why hearts are red.
They're stained, smeared, sullied
by blood we bled for nought,
by rancid sweat that eats their wounds,
by tears we cried to ourselves alone,
and needless toil,overworked, they choose
to let the blood in them go.

Dare you thnk who you really are,
what you cause in others you see?
The pain they feel through that evil machine.
Fool-an easy favour we ask of you.
Fly into a poisoned heart,
and enjoy the hell you caused, burned
by flames of needless passion.

For the record, I never bother to make any conscious effort in making my poems rhyme. The idea of forcing a word into something sounds a bit of a waste of time to me.