Going Back In Time

As Cupid search hearts between spaces, Ardently compelling hearts to be fonder, Like forces attract and unlike ones reject. Unlike ones sometimes regretfully cry out: Alas, “Our chemistries don’t quite match”! So on goes Cupid, next victim in mind. Backwards he draws that huge Bow of his, Pointing a straight Arrow never to miss, The tender spot with an amorous shot. One lover’s heart stirs as the Bow quivers, The other experiencing chilly shivers; Feelings mounting, thoughts embracing. They walk through the garden sided by over-hanging Trees, with shades and shadows blending In the cool and luxurious breeze. Thinking of each other among green blades of grass, There reminiscing on passed moments they shared; Smiling and tenderly looking at both moon and stars. Now Cupid, patiently waiting drew back the Bow Silently striking both hearts, a single shot, Causing an outpour of love with passion divine