Cupid's Arrow Poem by Ryan Monroe

he sets his eyes upon me,
strings the arrow, sets the knock,
it really seems to good to be,
why me? out of the flock.

he lets it go, shot to go far,
the flight is so true,
up in the air, lookin like a star.
its struck me from the blue.

on the arrow theres a name,
i hope hes shot one in you direction,
please tell me im not the blame,
i pray its more then seduction.

why does his shot hurt so good?
is it the same for you?
it seems it hurts more then it should,
with a head full of you, i cant think it through.

please keep the light lit,
it seems like an incurable flu,
lets be honest, no matter the fit,
has cupid's arrow struck true?