My bow and arrow I have with me
All ready set in place
To use the very next time I see
Cupid's smiling face
I lie in wait expectantly for him
An ambush I have prepared
No sleep will these eyes of mine have until
His arrows of love I have shared
The very first moment I see him approach
Smiling and wielding his bow
I will draw back with my own true aim
Catch him with his own arrow
Then I will stand with a smile of my own
What a sight to behold it shall be
To watch Cupid fall in love himself
And see how it feels to be me
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 5:12 AM UTC
My bow and arrow I have with me
All ready set in place
To use the very next time I see
Cupid's smiling face
I lie in wait expectantly for him
An ambush I have prepared
No sleep will these eyes of mine have until
His arrows of love I have shared
The very first moment I see him approach
Smiling and wielding his bow
I will draw back with my own true aim
Catch him with his own arrow
Then I will stand with a smile of my own
What a sight to behold it shall be
To watch Cupid fall in love himself
And see how it feels to be me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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