Sonnet 9: Cupid He Rules Us All Poem by Folayemi Akande

Cupid's spirited bow rules us all
Love is a path that never we pall
Like'd spring marries the autumn/fall
So does love's lucid ever will tall.

What is love? An impeteous desi'e
With a gilth-edged path seeming rough
To quench the cold heart of lovers buff
That eve' pour flaming locks of fire.

A rose will bloom, like the dawns alight
It then will fade as sourly a gall
And seen no more like transfixed moonlit
As might many merry lovers all.

Cupid he rules us in all its form
Neve' can a cuckoos tell where he's from.