Eros…
The cherub of love
Drawing back on his bow
And letting fly his
Poisoned arrowed darts
Into the hearts of his
Unsuspecting victims.
If love is so grand, so epic
And so wonderful…
Why does everything about it
Insinuate pain and hurt?
An arrow to the heart
A breaking heart
A heart split in two…
Eros…
Cherub of love
Point your bow away from me
Save your
Darted arrows of poison
For others
I want my heart
To remain whole.
Eros…
Cherub of love
Fly fast and heavenly away.
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