When Arrow Strikes Thee Poem by Eleonor Santiago

Cupid is a child, an angel of love who struck you in the heart, He maybe carefree not knowing when to strike thee, But in all honesty, he just wants to see someone so happy, So he finds another soul who he finds most suitable, To struck with his next arrow, so love in heart will grow.

How love grows, it's not in his hands, It's in the faith of two people in struck in love, His match is still perfect, even if we are imperfect, For the miracles of love goes with the arrow, So that when two imperfect comes to love, Then it's a perfect love.

Cupid maybe carefree, he always wants to see someone so happy, So don't ask if you are ready, for even if you are, If arrow won't strike thee, then what a loveless life can be. I think Cupid is just so sweet, he knows the perfect heart to meet.

A heart that is willing and able to surrender when arrow strikes thee