⁰⁷ Arrows of Eros

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Eros's arrows fly,
Beneath the blushing sky.
Each day he aims
With precision and heart.
Instead of joy,
He tear me apart.

I cursed his quiver, bow, and might.
I want him out of my sight.
Why target me with cruel intent,
Are you in due of rent?

Stupid Cupid,
You did something morbid.
My feelings aren't toys to play.
Stupid Cupid,
How long will I bleed?
Why are you killing me everyday?

Despite this anger,
I cannot deny.
The flutter in my chest
As your arrows fly.

Oh, stupid Cupid though I'm furious
I must confess,
Your arrows though hurtful,
Bring love's sweet caress.

You gave me too many wounds
I needed a rest.
Lessen your aim
I kindly suggest.

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