When cupid flies delightfully by,

Past memories tend to sidle along

Coy and sly, instead of shy

Chortling evilly as they plant doubtful seeds


When that fateful bow is pulled

Vivid visions ruthlessly assail

Worrysome and scary, instead of soothing

Hinting a harvest of blood and tears


When that arrow quivers in the air,

Time no longer seem to matter

Still and expectant, far from motion

Tension slicing like the swiftly flying arrow.

When the bull’s eye is hit

Past and future doubts slinks away

Significant nothings overwhelmed by oceans of emotions

The present in love , is all that matters.

heart bull's eye


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