Do you believe in love?
I have never been so lucky
When push comes to shove
Never to be struck by Cupid
By arrows from above
I think I actually saw one hit
An innocent white dove

It seems they always miss me
By inches, maybe less
It occurs when you’re not looking
Is my only guess
And if it ever finds me
And I am unimpressed
I can then pinpoint my pain
And the cause of my distress