Cupid

An arrow pierces through your heart,
The path is true and straight.
Its journey ment to injure not,
The purpose love not hate.

The little imp released his shot,

It traveled swiftly to your heart.
Spinning and twirling through the air,
This arrow is a loveing dart.

That's how it happened, you can see,

I know that this is true.
Because he hit me in the heart,
Then I fell in love with you.

copywrite © 1998 By Sheila Lynn

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