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Tingly skies full of surprise- oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art.

Like magic, when he pulls his bow,
two hearts then tether in love's glow.
His arrow binds them then as one
to spin beneath the lover's sun
as special feelings grow and flow.

This happened when I was eighteen.
It started with a friendship scene,
yet soon dear Cupid's arrow struck!
Now sixty-seven years of luck
still makes our love together gleam.

When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !

loverhyme

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