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Cupid’s Arrow is in My Chest
Perhaps Cupid’s arrow is in my chest,
Since I can’t take the least rest,
Uncontrollable desire for you runs through each vein,
Over and over again.
You’re Psyche to me,
The eternal emblem of beauty,
May be love is irrational,
Yet it has taught me the meaning of survival.
Truly “love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
I really liked this And was
I really liked this
And was thinking along the same lines
But this is written more eloquent then mine
Love Is In The Air
Your love poems have evolved to just the right words and emotions mixed to ensnare the reader Ensnared, I enjoyed the waltz ~slc~
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Thank you
Thank you so much my friend. :)