Cupid
Last nite,he passed by
Shot so deep,so sly
The arrow beheld your name
Helpless, i succumbered
I sent him back
With your name on the arrow
With swiftness of a sparrow
He flew to launch attack
And this time
I hope a miracle unveils
That cupid will finish the job he started
The my blood was not be shed in vain
When he shot me last night
Copyright © Ann Okotha | Year Posted 2009
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