Swift is the arrow
from Cupid’s bow,
where it will fly,
nobody knows.
Will it land in you,
or will it land in me?
No one will see it,
until it is there.
The world will then notice,
the love in their eyes,
and Cupid will smile
as he watches from high
at our antics below.
Then he will take another
arrow from his quiver
and again it will fly
as he sits there
smiling from on high.
that crazy little imp....I wished he left his arrow limp....I won't say any more... because you know the score: O)
Alas he always leads me astray, i think i prefer if he stays away...10
And Hapless victims we, To the arrows from above, As we sit and wonder, 'Just Why Did I fall in love? ? ? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just great...see, I'm smiling? Reminds me of an old silly song that went like 'stupid cupid you're a real mean guy. I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly. stupid cupid I'm in love with you.' Well it was kinda like that...I like your poem better.....make it a song, ok? ~~~~~~~~love, moi.xo