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Dear Cupid
Dear Cupid, I really wish you had a heart (too), For then I'd sink your arrow in it, Break one half off and walk away, Leaving the shard nestling halfway through, So you know the pain of a broken arrow. Lovers beware of Cupid's arrows, One end bears love, the other pain, He could choose to sink the wrong end in you, Break it off, fly away, right end in hand, That's when you'll know living is cruel, Battling the pain of a broken arrow. Cupid, sometimes I really ought to hate you, But mother taught me well to love babies right, And baby brother Arnold can bear me witness, For I tried, I tried to always play civil, Even when infant jealousy peaked and blossomed, I cuddled him still in my tiny fragile arms, So I'll love you still with this broken arrow. But make no mistake, I'll be lying in wait, Patiently till the day you come of age, Puberty knocking, and there I'll stand, Nestling your arrow in my eager hands, Before you know it I'll aim for your heart, Sink it in deep with a smug smile on, Break off the right end and breeze away, Leaving you with the pain of your broken arrow.
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