Seldom misses
Life then blisses
Our romance began
I am infected by love
cupids arrow stings
She woke up feeling pinched and kicked.
What kind of dream was that? She wondered aloud.
Her neck hurt, her back hurt, her face hurt.
The angry cupids congratulated themselves.
They loved it when someone woke up mean.
berries buried in chocolate ~
revelation of juicy red lips
2/9/2021
Cupids busy day of the year. Arrows fly , watch your rear.
Oh dear , will you fall for me, in a pool of love, doves flying over head.
Red color of the day , two hearts living as one. Flowers surround you and your
, perfume in the air.
When last we spoke
An image came
This latest journey
The latest challenge
That will test
The strength of
Our RESOLVE to
Build upon the love
Begun long ago
Now re-inspired
Hesitant at first like the
Faltering steps of a foal in spring
Struggling to stand
Kicking up its heels
Now thundering hoofbeats
Racing toward an
Ever closer
finish line
Two hearts then
Pierced
By arrows from
A Cupid’s bow
Souls now merged by
Love in overflow
Cupids bow is stored away
Cupids bow is stored away
The arrows no longer fly
Old time love has had its day
Romance has said goodbye
Courting time is now long gone
No walks upon the sand
No memories that linger on
Or couples holding hand
Cupids way is thought too slow
He sees with such regret
No time for love to blossom and grow
In this world of the internet
Broken hearts of Cupid’s reign
Aim of cherub’s arrows shoddy
Study of love charts insane
Narrowing of the arteries gaudy
Until Cupid met his match
An angelic symphony named Kate
Harpist extraordinaire releases passion’s latch
Heralding head over heels fate
Sensuous fingers draw back strings.
Two slow breaths release wings.
12/26/2017
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CUPID’S SIN
gown of midnight blue
twinkling stars regale her neck
her hair ~ a cocoa moon
her red-lip kisses ~
cupid’s arrows hit bullseye
man’s collar askew
and spectacles piqued ~
his magnifying glasses
tremble at her form
married man’s weak pulse
she smiles like a shooting star
his knees venerate
forgotten promise
price of Cupid’s escapade?
paid with wedding ring
12/13/2017
CUPIDS GOLD MEDAL BRIDE CAKE
7lbs OF LOVE
½ lb OF GOOD LOOKS
½ lb BLINDNESS OF FAULTS
½ lb DRY HUMOUR
½ RIPPING LAUGHTER
1 WINE GLASS FULL OF COMMON SENSE
½ lb BUTTER OF YOUTH
½ lb SWEET TEMPER
½ lb SELF FORGETFULNESS
½ lb GROUND WIT
2 TABLESPOONS SWEET AGREEMENT
PUT THE LOVE AND GOOD LOOKS IN A WELL FURNISHED HOUSE
BEAT THE BUTTER OF YOUTH TO A CREAM
MIX TOGETHER THE BLINDNESS OF FAULTS AND SELF FORGETFULNESS
STIR THE GROUND WIT AND DRY HUMOUR INTO SWEET AGREEMENT
AND ADD IT TO THE ABOVE
POUR IN RIPPLING LAUGHTER AND COMMON SENSE
WORK THE WHOLE TOGETHER UNTILL EVERYTHING IS THROULY MIXED
AND BAKE GENTLY FOR EVER
I think that cupids arrow
Must have been full to the touch
Cause when he sent that nock your way
It barely made a scuff
It didn't find its way inside
Your heart like I had hoped
Or did it miss its mark just left
I wish he had a scope
Or maybe that little diapered boy
Is lacking of the strength
To put the arrow on its mark
I think it's time he trained
I'll steal the quiver off his back
Shoot my arrow straight and true
So I can send the shaft your way
To say that I love you
Hear me
A dillegent LOVE master I am
Cupid WE ARE
Obligated to mend broken hearts
Our intuitions warned not to begin a love affair
For dear me oh so true blue
We shall find it complicated to mend a
Heart shattered to pieces
Now I stand TO take responsibility on an island
All my own
We must never be careless with broken hearts of
Ones who have FALLEN...
In love
We must remember...
We are cupids, we must take care and also hear this:
We do not change minds we only change hearts
See there take heed, for to break a heart is a crime
AGAINST a love life.
We as cupids are guardians of the HEART.
WE were created to abide by laws of the HEART.
Aim your arrows perfectly BROTHERS.
For this we are employed and further, to DIRECT a love life
Unto marriage.
At this determination HEART of destiny' s affiliation
Tender hearts, until the FINAL BEAT.
That final BREATH
WE STAND.
Cupid spotted me
From quite far away
A round little fellow
Boisterous unfettered sway
Upon his head
A crown of poison oak
A simple dress of
Toga and a cloak
His arrows were
A putrid green
Quite unlike the
Stories and photos I had seen
He fitted an arrow
To his little bow
Set for my direction
But little did I know
I felt it pierce my heart
It knocked me to the ground
Laughter and tears
A truly hapless clown
No love I felt
Remorse and pain
Loss and grief
Nothing to gain
But why had he
Done this?
Where had he gone?
Should I take a pill
To bring me up?
Or simply stay down?
Who do I ask?
Where do I go?
Explain this to my Dr.?
I would say no
Hallucination a majic
Mushroom trick
I truly don't know
I only took a lick
Dreaming of a time
When I was yours
And you were mine
Subjecting the insignificant
With a futile fervor
Answer me & I’ll depart
Away from you
Into the dark
Walking through a bog of indecision
Lacking purpose, lacking vision
Never certain where the dice will land
Make believing I’m a man
Supposing destiny will lend a hand
I stumble into morrow
Where my heart knows only sorrow
Chasing fireflies
Across the river Styx
Searching for deliverance
From unrequited love
And Cupids tricks.
One pierce from loves’ arrow sent my heart high
dear Cupid cast a gift from his red bow
weightless soaring through God’s lonely blue sky
Laced with bounties of love he would bestow
On that day we first met true love did soar
I pinched my own arm to startle my sleep
Then wondered if this new love would soon bore
yet love grew rich I fell deeper than deep
I knew that your love must be heaven sent
As I prayed to meet true love such as thou
Your love a bright spark of God He so lent
Just when I needed your love then and now
My faith restored in loves quest I believe
As Cupid struck hard that midsummer’s eve.
Written by : Corrina
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