My Cupid Given Treasure
For My Tim, the Love of My Life
Darling, it’s Cupid’s season of heart shivers,
time to praise passions as aimed from his quivers.
His arrows strike that love unites the perfect two -
thru and thru, his arrows thus pierced me and you.
For the two of us, quivers bear desires and fires;
fires flame love’s arts, fusing both our soft hearts;
soft hearts whose kisses gather nirvana bliss;
bliss pulses a mutual appeal perfectly ideal;
ideal love themes fulfill our shared love dreams;
dreams inspire romance to seal our love’s chance;
chance finds ways to feed our happy and gives gladly;
gladly our souls join to share every day with flair;
flair adorns all our love’s notions and motions;
motions deploy airs of harmonious joy;
joy raises ecstasies trill from our shared thrills;
thrills lift our love on high with heavenly sighs;
sighs design prime phases of our love traces
and prime romance pages silk bound with love laces.
I will forever love you from my full depth measure
my ever-amazing and rare, cupid-given treasure.
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