Once the impish cherub
Carelessly draws his bow;
And the arrow lets loose,
Truly it does not choose
Any person from the highest
Of fame, or a nobody
From the unknown below.
For all hearts in sight, he ruins.

So we are all a part
Of his target practice
And once it hits hard, our
Torn hearts are on his lease.
For humanity must suffer
A thousand times to Love's game,
So that we may proudly
Attest, against its cursed name