Cupid

 

This poem was written during the spring of 2001

 

Arise and think

The motto of the day

The wonder of true beauty at its play

A little cupid with a curly head and arrows

Is stalking down his prey

I think therefore I am

How true indeed

I think of you therefore I am

That's all I ever need

And if it wasn't true

And if the arrow missed me boo

It won't be me

And it just won't be you