Cupid's Golden Arrow

I never saw little Cupid, he was silent and he was hid, but I can tell you all about him, and all the things he did. And how a golden arrow with loves hot glowing flame, struck my heart like lightning, and delivered to me her name. And how it hit my heart so hard, and spun me all around, and before I even knew it, I was Sheri bound. I put aside my boyish ways, and took on a manly charm. I worked it long, and worked it hard to get into her arms. I'd go and see her often, but often wasn't enough. I found I never tired from this magical thing called love. I still have that age old scar deep within my heart, where a golden arrow landed once, and gave my love its start. Though its been so long ago I can say I love her still. And because of little Cupid I know I always will. His aim was true and steady when he released that bolt to fly, and caused this love inside me that will last until I die.