Cupid Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

Last night I went out once again
To ply my ancient trade.
I've seldom heard a word of praise
For all the love I've made.

Sometimes I find it oh so hard
To do my joyful task.
I might explain it all quite well,
If those who love would ask.

But few have ever dared to care
How love can go astray.
Most accept their lover's fate
When love just fades away.

So here it is for all to hear,
How love has been till now.
Sometimes I just don't aim so well,
I miss a heart somehow.

I have to hit two hearts at once.
It's timing, don't you see.
And sometimes lovers close their heart.
To all, especially me.

If someone ever gave you love,
I hope you'll give just due;
To me, the one who made it so,
The joy that came to you.

Perhaps you closed your heart that time.
Perhaps I missed the mark.
Perhaps I timed it oh so bad
It only made a spark.

And if you came to love somehow,
And theirs was not the same.
Or even if they turned from you,
Then I'm the one to blame.

Yes, I'm to blame for all crossed love
That came to be so blue.
But please don't curse me oh so much,
I have some feelings too.

I'm sorry for mistakes I've made.
I'd surely take them back.
If only I could give you all
The love in life you lack.

But if you'll give me one more chance.
I'll follow every lead.
And promise to keep at my work
To find the love you need.

And when I do, I'll string my bow,
And line my arrow true.
And then the world will see once more
What Cupid still can do.