Did you ever truly love me?
You sure as hell don't anymore

I fear my own heart will be the story of my demise.
I fear, because it has been hit by an arrow,
By some young Cupid that missed his target completely.
It was meant for someone else.

Now I’ve been struck with a curse of one-sided affection,
Caused by this off-center arrow,
Shot by some show-off
Trying to impress someone else.

My heart is cursed
From a spell of one-sided love,
If it could be called that.
So just go ahead, Cupid.
Shoot an arrow at my chest,
Just remember it is you who held the bow.

and so i gave cupid back the arrow.

Every day and night
my thoughts are on your lips.
That crimson temptation
and source of my life.

They smile in gentle red
and speak with unique truth.

Quench my heart’s fire
with sweet tender kisses
and revive my wilted soul
with dew from cupid’s bow.

Let not this love fall into discontent,
Nor my eyes accustom to her allure.
Let not the sight of her cease wonderment,
Nor my passion bore with beauty demure.

Let not my lips stop quiv’ring for her kiss,
Nor my fingers ache for her velvet hair.
Let not my arms embrace with avarice,
Nor my desire leave anything to spare.

Let not her beauty ever be passé,
Nor my heart not yearn for her naked breast.
Let not making love miss a single day,
Nor lying beside her allow us rest.

Let not me take for granted her boudoir,
Nor my love for her wane even a bit.
Let not my lustful eyes ever look far,
Nor my body ablaze become unlit.