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Gotcha!
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
He conceals behind the blush of day,
nips in, then dashes back away
with grinning lips and silver bow,
he strikes before I even know.
A stranger smirk, I feel the spark—
my calm heart a blind bargain,
no shield, no plan, no grand excuse,
just twisted thoughts and love let loose.
Now here I am, without a clue…
when cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
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Rowena Velasco
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