Cupid’s Sonata. . .

Some say that Time will tell. Some say that life is a battlefield. After the past few days, Ive been inspired to write the following poem. Please comment, and constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Great symphony of the mind! What shall thee sing?
Whistle, whistle. Tongue in cheek.
Furthering the discourse of love past
Brought to the present.
Simple melodies floating upon the wind of our connected dreams.
Through time and through chance- be brought together
In union upon the torturous slopes of mortal love.
But oh! Look, what a lark!
There shant become a trial of love,
For all loves never run smooth and thus
In all times and in all ages, since love past,
Hast loves be in turns of simplest hazard.
And woe!
Woe is the lover who allows the populous decide.
Decide what is true and untrue.
Of what is expressed and what is shown.
The difference between the seen and unseen. Only lovers know.
Time is but a ripple and lovers in a sinking raft,
But ore on they must
To reach the harbour- together,
humming a cupid’s song.