The Love Archer ' Going Through The Motions ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Day 1: Wake up, find a couple, make them in love fall.
Day 2: Wake up, find a couple, shoot your arrow, combine a couple of souls.
Day 3: Wake up, find a couple, watch them sing under the sol.
Day 4: Wake up, find a couple, how sweet they are in that ball!
Day 5: Wake up, find a couple, looking great in that picture on the wall.
Day 6: Wake up, find a couple, wait a minute! doing something new, you can't recall.
Day 7: Wake up, deciding it's about time you started walking tall.

So this is the story of an archer,
Who in the pot of love, he dips his bow;
Roams the universe, searching for lovers,
And through their hearts, he shoots his arrows.

The same story keeps to repeat it self
All over again, it's beginning to bring sorrow,
To his never ending life; a job he never chose,
Now filled up with the feeling of being hollow.

If only he could find the so called ‘The One'
And his love to her, deeply he could show.
Just tortured daily under the crimson sun;
If only this curse, away he could blow.

On the 7th day he woke up finally,
And deep down in his heart he heard that echo,
'Run away Cupid, break the curse once and for all! '
And away Cupid ran, far from his woe.

Being bound for good was no good for him;
Since day 1 he helped people's feelings to flow.
Has been carrying the weight of the world for long:
Getting heavier by the day and starting to harrow.

A long journey has just begun,
In pursuit of happiness, running solo.
That's still old news, since when did he have anyone!
Hoping that his heart like the others, would glow.

And so he found her, this missing piece of a puzzle;
The puzzle of his heart, in a far away oxbow.
And from the first look, he was captivated
By her boundless beauty, standing in the meadow.

For the first time ever, he could feel his heart beat;
With arms wide open, he said good morrow,
Thinking that a new dawn is coming,
Truth is, it was all just a devastating dido.

Destiny was teaching him a lesson:
And the beauty turned out to be a shadow;
A shadow of a shattered dream, if only he didn't listen,
To the voice in his head, now all is crushed by a bloody billow.

Day 1: Wake up, shed a tear for the lost goal.
Day 2: Wake up, shed a tear for the lost soul.
Day 3: Wake up, blame the voices that away, you it did haul.
Day 4: Wake up, blame love that misery, you it did befall.
Day 5: Wake up, drink a cup of joy, only to find it filled with gall!
Day 6: Wake up, and away from this nightmare you did crawl.
Day 7: Woke up, on a wake-up call, accepting your life the way it is; scrawl your history on a fractured wall.