Cupid

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