Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Her Enigmatic Smile

Very often I told her of

Feeling Cupid's arrow striking me,

And causing me to fall in love

With her, and hearing this then she

Would smile at me in such a way

As to be puzzling for sure

As to what she meant to portray

In feeling truly felt by her.

Then one day we walked in the wood,

She said the two of us must part.

With bow and arrow, her shot was good,

Just like Cupid, into my heart.

Even dying, what did beguile

Me was her enigmatic smile.