Cupid

Cupid, the Flirt By Charles G. P. Chard 2nd Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd Cupid drew back his bow once more, And found my heart with his arrow, You came into view, just past my door, That threw me over a barrel. My heat knew you would be the one I would desire, What words do I say, what steps should I take, Perhaps with flowers, I could show its you I admire, My words stumble out of my mouth each sound that it does make. Should I ask you out for dinner? Should I buy you chocolates as well? Of my heart, you are the winner, Sweeter as a rose to my cent, it your smell. How can I express the love I feel inside? You are like no one else I’ve ever known, How long can I hold back these feeling I hide? And let this love I fell for you be shown, I feel so impatient from time to time, I need things between up to speed up, Yet I must take things slow and wait for a sign, That you feel the same way, and your love fills my cup. O Cupid, why did you do such a thing? For I feel so vonerible, and hope not to be hurt, As you fly around with those arrows and wings, Is love nothing to you but a flirt?