Cupid
As Cherubs go he is the king.
A little angel being.
One sent by God to speed up things
between the ones we're seeing.
With bow in hand and arrow drawn.
His quiver laden full.
He takes good aim and hits the spot
with just a little pull.
There's hope for Johnny and for Jane
with live's a little dull.
That if they're special and polite
their passions will not lull.
So have your fun and craziness
and play the lover's game.
But know that one looks out for you
with cupid as his name.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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