Cupid's Mistake
The winged boy of fable old
Flew by one day with smile bold
He took careful aim and then let fly
An arrow, straight into my heart’s eye
There was a problem when he was done
It seems his arrows numbered only one
Now the object of my deep affection
Alas, for me he has no love connection…..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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