Cupid shot me with his arrow,
He had no mercy on me,
And I can see why.
He picked a good pair indeed.
My white flag is waving.
I've surrendered to the love fame.
I've found the one, and I'm not ashamed.
When I saw you the first time, my face lit up with joy.
And I'm glad to say, you're all mine.
Cupid shot me with his arrow,
He had no mercy on me,
And now, I see why.
(May,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cupid might be cruel, but he's trying his best to make fun out of it. nice poem