Played the cupid many times
Flew along like a messenger dove
Sometimes loneness is not desired
But the cupid cannot fall in love
Aimed at him are the bows of desire
Locked on him are the eyes of who
Arrows tipped with the cupid's name
Landing right, will they ever do
The cupid knows he is being sniped
And the lovers are all lost in the high
So the cupid draws his bow
And shoots an arrow in the sky
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This poem has wonderful wording that gives it a fave
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