Cupid's Arrows
Cupid's Arrows
Blush me shy when in her presence,
Distraught, sore with apprehension;
Hearten me with a melody
To soothe teenage anxiety.
Planned our meeting, rehearsed my part;
I fear Cupid drawing the worst
Of the shot arrow’s blunt, lead tip
Dissolving our relationship.
Madly in love, I pray it smart
From the quiver withdrawn the dart
With gold point and extremely sharp
Hitting the mark that is her heart.
Debonair dashing I bravely
Take her in my arms and kiss her
And whisper marriage proposal
And then await her betrothal.
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