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