Cupid Pulls Back the Bow
Oh, dreams that meet on magic summer nights,
And hide from hearts that never true love felt.
A love that without slumber sees no light,
Affection that in daylight is misdealt.
Do thoughts give flowers strength and will to bloom?
Or send sweet fragrance to a lover’s heart?
For many years thoughts dwelt in hope’s perfume.
Awake, my soul that I may feel love start.
Then, Cupid pulled his bow and struck my soul.
True love in all its glories came alive.
For in that instant I was fully whole.
And with you, dear, I knew that love could thrive.
Awake and happy, you, my dreams’ envoy,
For life with you has brought my greatest joy.
1/7/2017
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2017
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