Cupid is the drug lord
Of these dark and dangerous Times
Dealing with the Guilty
Spinning chaos to rewind
Sweet nectar Spiked with
What is Commonly known of
As Love
Use the nighttime
As a Cloak to dodge
Bright Angles from above
The saturation of
Infatuation
Starts with just one Look
Moving Dreamlike
Write the lines
Like Characters in a book
Worship his Naughty Body
Cherish each and every Glance
Daydream out the Window
Thinking, there just might be a Chance
Cupid giggles
At the thought of
Addiction
He holds
High his transparency
Unable to See
The Lover’s true side
Makes bold
TO BE
“To be or not to be? ”
This new “Love” is valid
As long as Cupid
Thinks It So
If off his head, the hat
Will Fall
Then out the
Window
It will Go
A whirlwind strong
Flighty
As Cupid’s Temper
Shall easily portray
The Truth
The Lovers, shocked-
Blindfolds gone
Will discover each other anew
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