Why Love?

Callous Cupid shot my heart
And blessed me with a flawless stone.
But with a laugh, pulled me apart.
Bereft of jewel and stone.  Alone.

Why do the arrogant recieve the gems
To lose them 'midst the towering pile?
It would be wiser to gift to them;
The poor whose love is deemed worthwhile.

"Why would one choose to love at all?"
In a daze, I wondered then.
My sight becaem a bitter pall,
"Or even choose to befriend?"

Thus my thoughts grew darker still
And my gloom became a shawl.
That like a leech, just sapped my will;
Invisible yet plain to all.