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Cupid
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2004
Cupid strikes with his arrows,
Gone to waste in her heart,
So full of holes and tears,
It's like the finest
Spiderwoven lace,
I doubt Master Tell could strike it,
The remains, at least,
Let alone Cupid, with his feeble arrows.
I liked this little verse. I think your imagery was great, as well as your allusion to William Tell. Beginning and concluding with cupid made it feel "complete". The only part I am not sure about is the meaning of 'tears' in the 3rd line. (English is so redundant). Other than that, a very enjoyable piece. Thanx.
Daniel.