Stupid Cupid his arrow didn't stick my heart it tore right through

it left a gaping wound that got infected by the likes of you

it took only seconds for the infection to spread

it moved from my heart to my stomach and head

I cannot think or speak in a normal fashion it feels insane

it is so obvious the infection has crept into my brain

it's in my stomach, it can't escape but it still tries

it doesn't hurt, just feels like I swallowed a dozen live butterflies

this infection of you has affected me more than I realize

the spring in my step, smile on my face and the twinkle in my eyes

when I refer to you as an infection, I want to put your mind at ease

I mean it in the most loving sense because you are my favorite disease

it's all Cupids fault everything turned out this way

next time I see him I'll have to thank him for his arrow gone astray