CUPID

Is it cupid who has the bow?

Ready to shoot the arrow?

Will it pierce, strike or wound?

To enliven or to bound?

The arrow has a course to take,

Have many obstacles in its wake.

Trust, Hope and Faith its friends,

Have some rules it breaks and bends.

The heart so weak, without reason;

The brain tweaks, cannot treason.

Questions to answers,

Answers to questions….

To a mind, an illusion!

Succumb! Let the heart go with the flow;

Wondering why there aren’t more colors’ to a Rainbow?

Succumb! View this world with eyes anew;

Living Life as if it is sinewed.

Arms opened wide, head held high,

Close your eyes; let the cupid strike!

The pain so sweet

The foot so light,

I want to remain wounded – for Life!