Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Unpredictable seas with droplets that spray oh how the sharp rocks being where they lay,
Affects how sea nymphs stalk and capture their prey as if it were, a play !
Restless winds pervade the air oh how the clouds suggest a dare,
Looking like sheep jumping over fences oh how it stirs the sky and senses !
Crackling fire illuminating the shadows of the night oh how with mysteries of the light,
Animals will watch the humans make camp as if each camper is, a scamp !
Powerful gaze holding years of hope oh how with vulnerability and the will to cope,
Looks knowingly into the void as if it were, a mental sanctuary to be employed !
Unstoppable magnetism attracts us to one oh how unexpected, powerful and fun,
When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do !
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
What a surprise, with little doe eyes,
the puffy little critter did steal my heart.
With fluffy white and orange fur, he started to purr,
and there went what's left of my heart.
With love that is true, I did start to coo,
"Oh, Darling, I must go to my home with you."
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
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 will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.
No one on this earth can evade him, only love persuades him.
With silent wings, he flies towards the fun gains when his will done.
No one has a clue concerning who will be romancing who
and there's no sense in guessing - romance is at Cupid's questing.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
But as time passes. Cupid indulges
In drinking spiced nectar
He must improve his aim.
How many arrows does he fire,
Speeding into the hearts of random humans,
Trying to make them love?
And what does he get in return?
Does any lovely wench flutter her eyelids?
And give him that come hither smile?
Life can be very cruel!
Now less wise and dejected, his arrows blunt,
He aims at random and sends ripples
Of love among the young, who
Ape his image on romantic cards,
Full of red roses, and equally crimson hearts,
With lovers kissing, or cuddling bears,
Eyes starry and glazed, and poetry sweet,
And borders of vine leaves that entwine
And call his feast "Happy St Valentine".
Once Cupid hit me in my ear and I fell madly in love
With a beautiful shapely nymph.
When cupid's arrow aims for you,
there isn't much that you can do!
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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”
Sneakin’ up like a thief in the night, no warning, no clue
he’s playin’ hearts like a game just what he must do
Laughter spills, eyes lock, ain’t no subtle moves
love’s wild dance got you caught in the grooves
A quick shot, a sharp hit, no time to rehearse
he’s messin’ with your mind and it’s only getting worse
No armor, no defense, no chance to undo
“When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do”
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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 !
The juvenile lyrical mind under infantile skin,
like the sweetness of the fruit ripe already,
will have the mute desire to reach and win
with artistic heart pulsating within puerile body.
Rising from the depth of ageless emotion,
spreading like waters of the flooding river,
love assumes a heavenly halcyon dimension
in a delightful art framed with platonic fervor.
When the yarn of yearning sews the closed eye,
on the flapping eyelids the bird of passion flies.
The flight makes all the dreams to rise high,
float like shapeless clouds in the seamless skies.
If in the same rhythm the two hearts beat,
time arrow will stop for you, making no sense.
Past forgotten, in the present two souls will meet,
sunk in the depth of blind love without pretense.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !
Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise
The little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!
This makes everyone exciting… can’t wait for his launching
Drawing two loving hearts, yours and your future sweetheart’s.
Sweet angel for pairs of pure doves, bound them with so much love
Little rascal casting his magic, as if powered by romantic lyric!
No one can ever resist, true love in one’s heart really exist
His drawn hearts live with joy…you can’t separate, can’t destroy!
Cute angel, why don’t you give us a clue if love drops like a dew?
Little rascal gives heart’s downpouring graces, as if songs and dances!
Lovers go with every flow of rhythms, for love is an unending hymn
By this adorable ambassador of love, blessings shower from up above!
Tingly skies full of surprise
oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart
as if it were, poetic art !
Arrow friend or arrow foe,
until it hits you won't know;
the blush of love where friendship lived,
or ground to pulp, put through a sieve.
ln the lab of chemisty
scientists create a key~
attract with this, repell with that,
believe in us you won't fall flat!
Is it not just happenstance,
just the right place in the dance,
or up the stair instead of down,
he did not smile so you must frown?
Love is still a lottery,
you the fragile pottery~
when cupid's arrow aims for you,
there isn't much that you can do!
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!
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
His countenance reeks of admiration, which speech can't disguise—
but much of this—his antics—I'd known quite well from the very start.
The cold air in the room is too tempting to chase away love,
yet I choose to be oblivious to what my heart is saying.
No soothsayer need tell me our feelings fit like hand in glove—
yet still I must conceal the tale my restless heart keeps portraying.
He thinks I’m playing hard to get—or fears he’s not quite good enough,
though approval glows on my face—the same he's on both knees for.
Perhaps he believes my "yes" won’t come so easy, or off the cuff—
but truth be told, I might… though not before he pleads a bit more.
My heart is too fragile for love to easily find its way in,
so the longer he talks, the more it begs him for a breakthrough.
My lips tremble when he kisses me, to seal what he calls a win—
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !
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!
My heart was once a lonely keep, a silent place while I did sleep.
But then you came, my tabby boy, a cream-colored, purring joy.
I trace the stripes across your fur, my solace in your gentle purr.
Your tiny paws, a silent tread, upon the pillow by my head.
Those golden eyes, a knowing stare, you're more than just a passing love affair.
You chase the light, and ambush a sack, the simple joys your presence bring.
I scoop you up, my furry prize, and melt within your loving eyes.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
The little rascal aims his dart, as if it were poetic art.
It hits it's mark on the brightest day or in the dark.
Cupid's aim is always good, he chooses his targets as he should.
He knew that I was meant for you from the start, so he aimed right for my heart.
I tried wearing an arrow proof vest, but he knew best.
I overheard a whisper as he ran away, "Gotcha, Gotcha" he was heard to say.
When Cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
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 !
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Cupid found me and turned me into mush
when he walks by I suddenly begin to blush !
Cupid has my number and when he rings my bell
I feel all sugar coated, dipped in love's pell-mell
Cupid God of desire sets his darts on fire
toasting hearts and filling them with great desire
Cupid loves to match us heart to heart
fitting us together we will never part
Cupid isn't stupid in fact he's very smart
he loves people and calls everyone, "sweetheart"
Cupid knows his arrows are extra-extra hot
so when it comes to love he always hits the spot.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !
"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!"
When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow,
I find myself writing about love and romance.
I will never fight it,
I must enjoy this feeling and write on.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
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