Cupid's Curse Poem by Otha Gwabe

The God of Love
His powers sweet as a dove
With his arrows golden
Make your heart molten

But that's not always the case
Those golden arrows provide a chase
One of weak heart
Gives its power an easy start

shot in the core, see who your meant for
Makes passion fill up more.
Mind Melting, Butterflies growing,
Heart racing…

But soon you grow more aggressive
Grow more obsessive
From love to creep
You know you've gone deep

Until you get what you want
Rip apart anything in your path
A wish needed to be grant
Or they will feel you wrath

There's two ways to break the spell….
Shear hatred in heart must dwell
Or it is needed for you to see
That only the end can set you free.