Open Poetry #8 |
Cupid shot the archer! |
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since 2000-03-29
Posts 86England |
The cherubs sing, cupid has shot me dead arrow to my heart, when usually it hits my head now my heart is made of iron, 'cos a man I am you see, but I met this girl, and she did this to me.... She makes me laugh, makes me swoon I'll dig a tunnel towards her room to kiss her softly and hold her tight to be there when the storms rumble in the night. Dreaming of her in that far off land I would die trying hold her hand to drown in her eyes fall into her arms be a victim of her many charms. I know she will read this and there is one thing I have to say have patience angel for there will come the day, when our hearts will bond and our lips will touch only then will you know just how much I love you. -Rich- |
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