Cupid...
Source: Pixabay
If you're one to judge the book by its cover,
But her contents be real and truly wild,
Oh, she's but a devil undercover...
And mornings, a smile on your waking face..
She brings sweet thoughts every other hour,
And butterflies, out on a fluttered race...
For all things end, which had a start..
She holds a bow, and she bears an arrow,
And all you bear, is a fragile heart...
Something wicked, this way comes...
Source: Pixabay
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