Oh, but by what power
Does my heart hold
What has it become,
Helpless , restless
Is it a curse or blessing of the arrow
The golden arrow
Of the cupids bow
Have mercy upon me I demand
Release my heart
Before it shatters
I seen the deaths
Of many a souls
To smithereens
Hearts shattered
By cupid's quickened arrow
So it's said blind he is
Sees with his heart
Therefore love is blind
But I do think
Mischievous he is
Playing all wild
With innocent hearts
A game of fun at love's expense
Just to amuse
His lonesome self
...
Cupid's game
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