Mr. Cupid it's not the time,
This fragile heart must know to rhyme;
It's not prepared to be stolen,
Though it was afraid to be broken.
Mr. Cupid, you must fin the guy,
Who's love for me will never die.
Shoot him with your playful arrow,
So he'll love me like no tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem