Swift is the arrow
from Cupid’s bow,
where it will fly,
nobody knows.
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that crazy little imp....I wished he left his arrow limp....I won't say any more... because you know the score: O)
Alas he always leads me astray, i think i prefer if he stays away...10
And Hapless victims we, To the arrows from above, As we sit and wonder, 'Just Why Did I fall in love? ? ? '
This is just great...see, I'm smiling? Reminds me of an old silly song that went like 'stupid cupid you're a real mean guy. I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly. stupid cupid I'm in love with you.' Well it was kinda like that...I like your poem better.....make it a song, ok? ~~~~~~~~love, moi.xo