Aug 2018
What is love
Nothing but a myth of the mind
It is the fault of Cupid and his kind
That this love is so hard to find.
It is not within the soul body nor mind
When I hear of Cupid I think of a true mastermind.
We roam the world looking for it without realising we are blind
He shot us with his ***** arrow and turned us into mankind.
Nothing but a myth of the mind
It is the fault of Cupid and his kind
That this love is so hard to find.
It is not within the soul body nor mind
When I hear of Cupid I think of a true mastermind.
We roam the world looking for it without realising we are blind
He shot us with his ***** arrow and turned us into mankind.
This poem is rather personal I am a person who does not believe in true love or the existence of 'the one', I believe a lot of people confuse falling in love with falling in lust.
