Cupid's Arrows
Cupid,
God of immortal love,
Thy sharpest arrows for me
Prepare
For
Thy archery, on my aching heart
To practice,
Be accurate, I THEE, Implore
Because
I will die at once, If THEE miss
The TARGET!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
20 NOVEMBER 2014
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
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